Let’s just stop at knees, shall we?
That seemed to work for my run tonight.
What was supposed to be a six mile run turned into a 3.5 mile run, a dull ache behind my left knee that eventually became full-bore pain all around said knee and me unable to do more than limp along at a slow walk. Since we were a little more than half-way through our six mile run the only solution was for Rich to continue running, get the car, and come back to pick me up however far I managed to limp along before meeting up with him.
I (very unwisely) tried running a couple times while making my way on my own. After all, the pain had subsided so surely I could run NOW! Eight steps. Tops. And the pain came back with its good friend ‘excruciating’. So I hobbled along. By the time Rich got back to where I was I was leaning against a light post because walking – even 1.0 mph – was no longer an option.
On the way home I was p-i-s-s-e-d o-f-f! I felt robbed, betrayed, and generally hurt and angry. As I had told my knee early in my hobbling along: I have done everything right!
I have trained progressively.
I stretch before and after my runs.
I have invested in good, professionally fitted running shoes.
I have given up wearing heels for cripes’ sakes! I’m talkin’ Bando-freakin’-lino pumps here people! Bandolinos!
I deserve better out of my joints and muscles than all this!
What probably got me more than anything else was this: I was looking FORWARD to this run! The six mile course we were running tonight was the same one that was my first six mile run. It is comprised of the first and last three miles of the course of the half-marathon we’re training for next month. There’s a fairly long, challenging incline at about mile 2.5; and the end of the course is also a fairly steep, short incline. And when we first ran this six miles it kicked my butt!
I was actually in tears on the long incline, and even though I made it to the top I was certain I would never be able to do the Half. And that final, ending uphill bit? I couldn’t even finish that. Now granted, I did run that whole thing last Thursday at the end of our 4.5 mile run but that was without The Long Hard Hill.
Tonight I was R-E-A-D-Y! And from Step One I felt good. Despite the fact that it was 43° when we started and with the sun going down wasn’t getting any warmer as we went. I felt great cardio-wise, leg-wise, mind-wise, every-wise.
Right up to the point that the back of my left knee started twinging between 3.00 and 3.25. We actually stopped running earlier than our four minute mark so I could stretch – hoping that would take care of it. I tried running again from 3.25 to 3.5 and it was clear that I was done running for the night.
I think what made me the most angry was how much I had been looking forward to not just finishing, but enjoying a run that had previously been such a challenge. And the fact that I really had felt so good from the very start of tonight’s run.
So we get home – after spending the ride alternately cussing (I know, I gave it up for the new year, sue me) and crying, texting my BFF in a near state of panic, and texting another good friend who is also a runner and a Trainer – and I get about the business of rehabbing what I am now certain is Runner’s Knee.
I have a Sports Injury!
Which was just a little bit exciting for about half a minute.
Based on what I’ve read other muscle stresses/strains can contribute to this, so I have a feeling last Sunday’s hamstring strain was a contributing factor to this.
I’ve also ordered a Tommie Copper Knee Compression Sleeve. Which should arrive by about Wednesday of next week when I intend to be ready to have a short, slow, easy paced run on the treadmill.
Until it arrives I have a wide Ace bandage I’ll be wrapping the knee with.
I’ve rehabbed a sprained groin muscle, I can rehab this.
AND keep running!
Just not tomorrow.