One small step for man, one GIANT leap for mankind.

This is me going for my first walk, (with a walker).  Hip felt great, but it might have been because I'm still hopped up on narcotics.  I went halfway down the hall, turned around, got into bed and promptly threw up.  Great first attemp (I think) :)
This is me going for my first walk, (with a walker). Hip felt great, but it might have been because I'm still hopped up on narcotics. I went halfway down the hall, turned around, got into bed and promptly threw up. Great first attempt (I think)

OK, I was on my feet for the first time.  Wow…felt really woozy but no pain.  I’m sure it was a combination of no food and lots of heavy duty drugs.  This nice lady (sorry forgot her name) gave me some exercises to do during rehab in the hospital.  Nothing compared to an SDP workout, but I must abide by Dr. Tim’s training plan for the next 3 months.  All is well so far…….

It’s Official – I am Bionic

 Wow!  Piece a Cake!  I’m hopped up on morphine and I’m wearing some funky compression socks.  A machine is taking my blood from the surgery site, cleaning it and then putting it back in.  Then another machine is compressing my calves and forcing circulation (vascular compression).  Life is good.  The anesthitists did a great job numbing me up.  I feel nothing.  Absolutely nothing…but I am completely alert.  Hanging with my wife Colleen.
These are the funky compressions socks I have to wear.
Nick and Cathy (Both in Blues) Nick is an intern and Kathy works with Dr. Stacie. The nurse in the back - I forgot her name. She too was very nice.
Nurse Tim will be taking care of me this afternoon.
Dr. Stacie – My Anesthesiologist – No Pain

Christmas Cleanup

So with the help of my youngest son (Tommy – You’d love him if you met him), we got the ladder out and pulled down all of the Christmas Lights on the house.  It’s funny, these lights took 4 hours to put up and only 20 minutes to take down – love the quick clips.  Then we were off to the Christmas Tree.  Ornaments down, lights stowed away and all remnants of Christmas packed up and stored in the basement.  This was  a major task that I wanted to have completed before the surgery.   I even had enough time today to go launch some model rockets that the boys (Daniel and Tommy) got for Christmas.  Hip or not, I can still scale fences to retrieve wayward rockets.  Relaxing now.  The house is ready.  About the only other thing I need to do is turn all of my shoes into slipons by loosely tying them tight.  Anybody have any velcro shoes?  I always wondered why they were so popular with the older crowd…..hmmmmm Velcro Running Shoes….hmmmmmm……….I think I might be on to something.

2012 Ringing in the New Year with a Run Up Beacon Hill

Beacon Hill - Overlooking the Spokane Valley
One last workout to the top of Beacon Hill. A beautiful view of the Spokane Valley
This is probably the last run I will go on (going to give the hip a 1 day reprieve before the big day).  Ran up Beacon Hill this morning at a leisurely pace.  The reward was the view from the top.  We runners are crazy that way.  I found an excerpt in the February 2012 Issue of Runner’s World (Weird that its January 1 and I’m reading the February 2012 issue – but I digress).
“The run itself, though, had suddenly become indescribable.  It wasn’t easy, but it was not hard, either.  I didn’t know until that  moment that there was a hidden gear between hard and easy.  I tried to figure out what it felt like, but it was unlike anything else in life I could think of – not like a sunset, not like an explosion, not like jumping from a plane nor swimming in a river nor holding a newborn.  Not like music or mathematics, not love nor hate nor indifference.  The moment a run becomes indescribable is the moment it becomes private – not secret, just impossible to share.”  Marc Parent – The Newbie Cronicles – Runners World Feb 2012
 

 

 

 

Bill and Missy

Throughout the fall I have been staying in good contact with Bill and Missy.  I had the honor of coaching their kids in Cross-Country.  Missy had a double hip replacement during the fall.  I’ve had lots of questions for them and they have been very generous with information.   It has been very good for me to get real information from people who are in the trenches.  Missy has expressed more than once her concern that my active life style will get in the way of my recovery.  I have heard her and taken notice.  In the grand scheme of things….3 months is just a drop in the bucket ‘o life of mine.  They have been instrumental in helping me to understand the way that my day-to-day routine will change for a while.  They’ve given me good good info  on things I may need for rehab, from long shoe horns to special devices to pick things up (they tried that and nixed it) to suggesting I bring a cot to work (I probably won’t do that).  I feel more prepared now thanks to their input.

The Bionics

OK So I visited with Dr. Tim today and got a good look at what I will be getting on Tuesday.  In time (if I am patient – and I promised that I would be),the bone will grow into these components.  Dr. Tim cautioned to take it slow to achieve the best results.  So Dr. Tim, has become “Coach Tim” for the next 3 months.  I am committed to the training plan that he has laid out for me.  (ugh….it’s going to be a boring 3 months).

Stop! Thief!

So this morning I’m heading to my favorite breakfast place to grab a quick egg McMuffin.  (Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day you know).  I’m thinking about my pre-op appointment and all of the questions that are going to be answered for me when all of the sudden…..this guy with a scraggly beard wearing a tattered camo jacket comes riding by……..on “MY” stolen mountain bike.  I wasn’t positive initially, but from a distance, the bright yellow Manitou forks and the pewter frame sure looked like mine.  As I got closer, I could see the model (Marin) boldly written on the frame.  THIS was MY bike.  It was beaten up.  The grips were mostly ripped off of the handlebars and this outstanding citizen had placed a plastic bag over the seat.  I can only guess he gave the bike a makeover to look less suspicious himself.  So when he crossed the busy street, I crossed the street too.  But he turned right on the sidewalk, and I had to keep going.  So I circled around the block but I was too late, he just crossed that intersection too.  He kind of looked back at me and I probably gave myself away, because when I turned around and went a block farther, he was gone.  If only I could have taken a picture, if only I could have been more calm, if only I had my bionic hip – I would have chased after him and gotten my bike back.

Titanium = Bionic

This post has me even more excited, hopeful and optimistic.  Amy Barrow was 44 when she had a “double hip replacement” using “the titanium spike and ball combo and the fancy new plastic cups” (This is what I’ll be getting).  Here is an excerpt from the article….

On New Year’s Day of 2006, 48-year-old Amy Barrow was the first woman home at the Resolution Run 5K in Nashville, beating accomplished runners half her age. The Nashvillian clocked 19 minutes and 40 seconds over a tough course that incorporates two bridges over the Cumberland River. Not too shabby, huh?

B-O-O-M!  The O-P-T-I-M-I-S-M continues…..

 

Last workout with the SDP

Just an example of what TRX looks like.
Just an example of what TRX looks like. Those ladies are not members of SDP.

I had my last practice with the SDP boys last night.  We did TRX.  TRX stands for Total Body Resistance Exercise. By the end of the class, it’s safe to say, we were all resistant to TRX.  Actually, we loved it. It was comical.  A bunch of runners doing planks and pushups.  Listening to Andy and Alex grunt and groan made the whole experience bearable.  At one point it was hard to tell if Alex, with his face buried into the floor, was crying or laughing.   Tye the TRX instructor sized us up at the start of the class and gave us one hell of a good core workout.  As we’re all sweating and groaning, he’s enthusiastically telling us that this is the 3rd class that he’s taught today.   Today I can feel the workout.  It’s a good feeling.

It’s amazing what $50 for six months will give you.  That is the token price you pay to be part of the SDP.  TOTALLY WORTH IT.  Every week we meet for a workout and then occasionally  we’ll grab a beer afterwards.  During these winter months, we’ve done some non-running stuff like working with physical therapists to improve running form, TRX Workouts (woohoo), and pool workouts.  Such variety!! I really am surprised that more of the SDP members don’t take advantage of the non-running workouts.  The workouts have been fantastic, but the camaraderie of the group is what I will be missing the most during the recovery period.  There is not one “heady” one in the bunch.  We all meet to run and to work hard.  Last night was no exception.