Track and Field Blogs - Marty Rosendahl

Boy did I ever have an eventful week. So I've been dealing with this injury since August, and we've been chasing pain all over around my core, glutes, quads, adductors, etc. and all the treatments seemed to kind of get things better, but it never got back to 100%. So I was making a trip to MN to visit family for a week, and thought I'd get a prescription for physical therapy so I could continue to get treatment from a therapist there that I've been going to since high school. We were planning 6 visits in a 5 day timespan, with 2 on Monday (the 21st.) On the first (and turns out only) visit on the 21st, this therapist does the exam and tells me that I've got a sports hernia, and she's pretty sure it's bilateral (both sides.) So I ask how we fix it. She says surgery. Not what I was hoping to hear. I had a flight reservation to come back to Michigan on Saturday the 26th, but the earliest I could meet with this surgeon she recommended was on Thursday the 24th. I figured there was no way I was going to get scheduled for surgery that week. I thought the surgeons schedule would be booked up so much that he wouldn't be able to schedule the surgery for 2 or 3 weeks. But we did the consultation/examination on that Thursday, and he confirmed that it was a bilateral sports hernia, and he said he could do the surgery on Monday the 28th. So we set it up for early (starting at midnight the day of the surgery, you can't eat or drink anything, and I don't like that, so I wanted to do it as early as possible.) Got the surgery done on Monday - with some humorous moments. My mom was a wreck, tearing up a little from time to time, and I was excited because in my brain I was already 3 weeks ahead because the doc said I could start doing some light running 3 weeks after the surgery. The night before the surgery I even had a dream about being back running with the team. When the doctor came in to put in my iv, my mom turned and leaned over the arm of the chair because she gets lightheaded and sick at the sight of needles. The surgeon walked in, looked at her, looked at me, looked back and her and chuckled at how I was the one getting stuck, and she was the one getting sick.
But the surgery went well. The doctor said I had a minor tear in one side and a major tear in the other, but that he was able to repair them both completely, and reaffirmed that I should be able to do light running in 3 weeks, but it would probably take 2-3 months for me to be 100%. Right now I'm a hurting pup. I am among the slowest of the slow moving vehicles. I've got vicadin, and I've been told not to take more than 8 a day, and I'm maxing out at 8/day. I'm also allowed to take advil between vicadin doses, and I'm allowed to max that out at 24/day, which I'm also doing. Despite the painkillers, I'm still in quite a bit of pain. Up until today, it was a constant pain. Now finally if I sit or lay still it doesn't hurt, but standing and walking is still very painful - although not as much as yesterday. So I had taken my running shoes and clothes to Minnesota hoping that the therapist would be able to get me back running again, but didn't use them at all since the problem needed surgery to repair. At least I got to have a little fun before the surgery. My dad, brother and I went to Austin MN and processed the deer they got hunting down there. While we were working on that, we took some of the meat, processed it into brats, and grilled them up for lunch. Those were the best brats I have ever eaten. I had one with some mustard and relish on it, but the meat was so good that the second one I put in a bun and ate it plain. Next time I make a trip to MN in the car, I'm throwing in a cooler and I'm raiding my dad's freezer and bringing a bunch of it back here. Man, I really hope I get to deer hunt this fall. One of the local runners said I could hunt his private land up north, and if I can get away I'm going to take him up on it this year.