Hipster

I broke one of my toes on a tree during a trust-your-peers-while-wearing-a-blindfold game during a nature retreat in 6th grade. Two years later, I broke my thumb playing broom hockey. I guess I've pulled some muscles and been knocked out a couple of times, but none of it would inspire an Olympic-style human interest story.

But everyone gets a real sports injury eventually, and now my running habit has taken its toll on my hip. It happened gradually over a couple of weeks—first an occasional nagging ache late in the day after a morning run, then a repeating twinge in the same spot while running. Then it started popping up while I was walking, and last Saturday I woke up feeling it after sleeping on my left side. Not exactly a strenuous activity.

So this week I went to see a sports medicine specialist recommended by my regular doctor. She had thank-you notes from Kristi Yamaguchi and Brian Boitano in her office, so I figured she was legit. She told me I have mild inflammation at the spot where all the muscles connect at my pelvic bone, and she prescribed a month's worth of icing, Aleve, and two to three sessions of physical therapy a week.

Unfortunately, it turns out my health insurance—though perfectly willing to cover every drug known to man—doesn't really want to help pay for a course of nonaddictive, nonpharmacological treatment. It requires a giant deductible that doesn't include our $30-per-visit copay, then covers only 80% of subsequent sessions. Believe me, I know how lucky I am to have insurance at all. But I don't have a couple of grand to throw at a minor injury that I can essentially treat at home myself.

I decided to go to one PT session to get help setting up a stretching plan, and I'm glad I did. The therapist pinpointed the exact problem and walked me through a series of healing and strengthening exercises that I have to do twice a day until I see my doctor again in late May. Running and yoga are out, but the Stairmaster is in. It's going to be time-consuming and uncomfortable, but I trust it'll work if I'm disciplined about it.

Meanwhile, the injury isn't holding me back from daily life at all. I miss running already, but 30 days without it isn't the end of the world. And seriously, try having a conversation with a PT named TJ about your TFL and IT sometime, and tell me it's not hilarious—especially when you're paying $230 for it.