Despite that my knee still hurts and it's excrutiating to walk down even ONE flight of stairs, I ventured out this morning in a big wooded park here in the Balkans to see if I could handle running/jogging for 15 minutes (uphill and flats only; no downhills). I'm sure I'm not helping other parts by landing more on the balls of my feet rather than center like I normally do, but I found that using my ankles as suspension too takes the full load off of my knees.
It was sunny and reggaeton was on the ipod and I guess I got carried away...I made it about 20 minutes before I realized I'd run longer than I'd planned/expected. Yes, it hurt, but really no less nor more than it has for the past 3 months. (The problem though lies in the fact that I'm probably causing more long-term damage than simply "toughing it out".)
I decided to make it an even 30 minutes, enjoying my first "runners high" in about 3 months, then WHAM, I tripped and flew through the air and, once again, looked like I was sliding into 1st base. Faaaaar less grace than a burly Pete Rose!
Sticks in my flesh, blood on the autumn leaves, and egg all over my face. hought #1 - how's the knee? Thought #2 - please dont let the wild dogs eat me alive (like they claim to do here). Thought #3 - get up and go before you cry like a big baby! (I dont think anyone saw the launch, & though it hurt, it was actually pretty funny.)
I can't believe I was running so many miles just a few months ago, and was actually getting pretty fast. Until then, I'd been sorta like a sturdy goat...good balance, sturdy limbs, very sturdy ankles...I sure wasn't THAT girl today. I knew it was time to go home because due to the new pains in my elbow, hand, hip, I totally did NOT feel my bum knee. I didn't want the "pain-masking" to make me do something stupid like run another 20 miles. :-) So, I came back and am now icing my knee and letting the neosporin seep into my booboos.