Mom, you are going to let Zombies chase you?

"What is the worse that can happen?" I said to my husband Brian as I am packing my bag to leave for Portland. Running shoes, check. Ankle brace, check. band-aids, check. Advil, check. Yes, I preparing for the apocalypse, oh I mean the run/obstacle course 5k that my twin and I are going to participate on this muggy August weekend. He looked at me with his stoic expression like he was choosing his words very carefully. "You could fall and break your hip." God bless it, I knew I could count on my darling husband to give me the absolute truth, and it was. About a year ago I had my second right hip arthroscopey. The goal of the procedure was to shave the ball and the socket of the joint to allow my hip to sit correctly or as good as it could in the joint. The medical term is called Femoral Acetabular Impingement (FAI) and it is a condition of too much friction in the hip joint or bones getting too close to each other and "pinching" or impinging each other. This time we were fixing what is called Cam form. The Cam form is when the femoral head and neck relationship as not perfectly round. The first surgery I had when I was 31 was called the Pincer impingement and this when the socket or the acetabulum has too much coverage of the femoral head. Regardless, it was found during the  2nd surgery that I have Stage 4 Arthritis in the hip after many years of really not walking like a "normal" person. It is funny that I say that because it is true, I remember my sister saw me about 2 blocks from where she waiting for me one day, and she told me when I met up with her that she can always tell from far away if that was me because of the distinct way I walk. Not too much of limp, but just enough sideways motion that makes me look like I am a living breathing leaning tower of Pisa. see, just a little sideways.
"Honey, I said I promise I will not call you from the hospital, but I can do this." He said, "I know you can sweetie, and you will do great. I just want you to be careful." Now at this time my son Luke is bouncing on our bed and running through the mantra of a 5 year old of "look at me, look at me!" Until he hears the word Zombies and stops his pursuit to break our bed and says, "mom you are going to let Zombies chase you? Why?" This leads into explaining this weekend and that the Zombies are not real, and the truth is I ended up having one of the most memorable conversations with my son so far because I felt that we had, well you know, a connection. The kid loves Zombies, see that is my boy.
During the last six months I had been so excited about this run and telling anyone that would listen about this run and how I was going to complete it and survive. No matter what comes during the race I will get through it, or the correct term is my sister will help me over it.