I woke up on Sunday morning to a beautiful Fall day. Sunny, crisp and vibrant. I couldn’t wait to get out there. I was like a puppy that couldn’t wait to get out for a walk. I had a great route planned: at least 10K, and 16K if my knee felt OK.
My knee did not feel OK. I only made it 2K before I had to stop. I really wanted to keep going, but my body had other plans. The pain in my knee was too significant to continue.
I walked the 2K back home. 2K feels REALLY long when you’re walking. And I was cold. Every runner that passed by me seemed to be mocking me. They seemed to be smiling and bouncing along on their healthy uninjured limbs. Argh! It was so frustrating.
Looks like I still have some recovering to do after the marathon. I was hopeful that my knee would heal itself, but I may have to seek some physiotherapy. I’ve tried everything – stretching, foam roller, yoga, a total break from running. I suppose it was inevitable. Every runner I know has battled some sort of running injury in the past. But the good news is that they all recovered and can run again.
I’m confident I’ll heal quickly, and in the meantime, I’m getting really well acquainted with my foam roller and my new couch.