“You look like such a serious runner!”
That’s what Eleise said last time we ran, on Wednesday. It was a quick one.
I loved hearing that!
And now it seems I’m dealing with my first injury. Which both makes me feel like a hardcore athlete and also anxious.
I JUST started! Coming up on a month. Just when I’m starting to get good.
It was Friday night that I strolled into Barnes & Noble and my left leg twisted. I felt a little pop and then my left knee buckled backward. Intense pain. I felt very unsteady and the only way to alleviate it was to stand in place on my right leg, gripping a display table. I pulled my left leg up behind me, holding it in place. I tried to walk and was unsteady. I got a few steps, then it happened again.
“I am way too young for this,” I thought.
Dejection. Then annoyance– what had I done wrong? I’ve been so careful not to push too hard as I’m starting out. I’ve tried to be consistent with my distances but also not aggressive about beating my times and extending my runs just because I feel optimistic.
I’ve been trying to run smarter, not harder. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Maybe it’ll clear it up on its own.
I was there to meet someone, so I didn’t go home. The pain lessened.
But I asked a few friends and was told to get it checked ASAP.
Because of work I couldn’t go yesterday– and calling off was not an option. Today isn’t either. Monday it is.
As per instructions given I used rest, ice, compression and elevation. It seems to be working.
I’ve always been quite resilient and healed quickly. I always always go to the doctor, just to be safe.
I’m still young.
So I’m going in first thing Monday morning.
I feel optimistic. I felt no pain today with the wrap. But when I unwound it tonight, the tenderness at the back of my knee was definitely there. But it’s not a throbbing pain. It seems fine now, hours later.
Already, I miss running. It’s become something I look forward to, part of my routine.
I hope it’s minor and won’t take more than a week or two– worst case scenario– to heal. That’s what I’ve been told to expect.
Also sadly, yesterday, just hours before it happened– a new friend invited me to join her, her husband and a mutual friend in a 5k in a few weeks. It would be my first!
I want to go. If I can at least walk it. Too soon?
I have no idea. I can only pray.
I want to recover and grow as a runner.
Maybe God’s telling me to slow down?
Please send a prayer for healing my way! Any advice, fellow running bloggers and readers?
Where’s Mr. Miyagi? I wish he could do that hand-rubbing thing on *my* knee right about now!
Like Danielsan, I want back in the action.