Last year I reflected on my nearly 1 year post-op hip surgery. This second time around has been such a different experience all together. Without as many unknowns, I haven’t found myself celebrating the little things that make up the entire journey. I don’t know if it’s because a “been there done that” type of thing, if it’s me putting my head down telling myself no one really cares, or if it’s me trying not to think about everything I’ve been through with surgeries and recoveries the last 2 years, but it still doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take the time to reflect on the last year.
The closing of a chapter
Two years ago I wrote a blog about life being like a chapter book. Each segment of life is a chapter, and when one ends, a new one starts. I originally wrote about my stepping out of the fitness industry (with full intentions of coming back), closing that chapter while I open a new one. One filled with a bike racing journey full of highs and lows, a journey where I could focus 100% of my time on racing, just to see how far I could go. How far can I push my body? What are my limits?
A Tale of Two Hips
1 year post-op (nearly)
An unpredictable season
My scars of strength
I have two scars on my right upper lateral thigh, at one point they allowed access to my hip capsule. Like every scar on my body, they have their own tale. These scars don't tell the tale of flipping over my handle bars on the mountain bike. They don't tell the tale of that one crash in that one race.