I am going to assume that you answered "yes" because you're still reading.
I moved to a mountain town (awesome) in a sunny state (awesome) with cold, dry powder (awesome) AAAAAAAAAAND I have a torn ligament (not really awesome, I just wanted to lead you in to it).
Yeah. Sucks, huh?
Turns out that when Tygh was born, I tore a ligament in my pubic symphysis. His rapid, 48 minute birth did not allow the ligaments to stretch properly and BAM! Tearing ensued. Except, I didn't know that. I just assumed the pain was normal post-partum pain and so I continued about my life, hopping back on a bike and clicking in to my skis and running through the snow and ice.
Of course, the ligament never fully healed (the doctor's words: I should have been in physical therapy ONE WEEK post-partum. Oops.) and I really did it in when I 1) telemark skied the moguls and 2) slipped on the ice and tried to stabilize myself.
I have pretty much been in a constant state of pain since.
The thing is, as an athlete, I don't like to complain about pain. I figure it will go away or work itself out. I thought for sure this was a pulled muscle that would get better with rest.
It didn't and now I am in PT for 4 weeks to SIX MONTHS, depending on how well (or not) things go. I have been taken off all exercise that involves adductor muscles. So, pretty much everything except for sleeping. And I might use my adductors to turn myself over in bed.
My pregnancy with Tygh seems like a never-ending saga. From the modified bed rest to the insane birth to this...I feel like I have been pregnant as long as an elephant. And it kind of makes me want to shoot myself. Those poor elephants.
My biggest motivation at this point? My doctor telling me this could turn in to a life-long issue if I don't deal with it now.
Got it. On it. I will do whatever it takes. Because, as it turns out, PAIN IS NOT NORMAL.
What I will NOT be doing anytime soon.