Hip Resurfacing In India

2001-2005: Knowing, and living a restricted life

So I have arthritis. So do a lot of other people. I won a national championship on the mountain bike, so that part of my life is complete. I can still ride, so that is OK. Doesn't hurt much anyway. In 2001 I am part of a 4-man 35+ team, we earn another national title. Cool. Then my son, Brady, comes of age on the bike (he's 14 now). We do Ride-The-Rockies together, have a blast (2002). In 2003 he's asked to join a new developmental team started by Tour deFrance rider Jonathan Vaughters. Brady's excited, and so am I. I decide to race in 2003 with him, because by now we're pretty well matched. We race on the road together, trading beating each other and wins in the local cat 3 races, and on the mtb. I race the national championships at Durango and win my 3rd national championships. All is well. We start the 2004 season together but I break my collarbone in a crit on Memorial Day weekend. The season is pretty much over for me, but that's OK.

My hip becomes more-and-more problematic, but glucosamine and condroitin help a lot. And I'm doing less. But now I'm having pain in the other leg, compensating I guess...

January 3, 2006. After 2 days of painful skiing, I can barely hobble around the office. An officemate says, "You should talk to my friend Lou, he just went to Belgium for something with his hip. Not sure if it's the same, but you should talk with him."

Do I owe that friend (my officemate, Dave) A LOT...

posted by Russell Kappius @ 12:18 PM