See this picture?
It’s not me. And I now know that it never will be me.
About two weeks ago, I decided that I was going to be a runner. I read so much about how successful and healthy and focused and disciplined runners are so, aside even from the cardiac and fitness aspects of it, I decided that I wanted to be a runner. I thought that running would turn me into all those wonderful things.
So, I ran. Just a wee little bit. I would run a short distance and then walk, run a bit more and then walk. And when I mean a short distance, I mean a SHORT distance. I didn’t run fast (just barely fast enough to qualify as running) and I wore good shoes. And it felt fine! I didn’t hurt and I didn’t give out as quickly as I thought I would and I was really pleasantly surprised.
Until my left knee started hurting so bad one day that I thought it wasn’t going to hold me up. I had not fallen; it could have been from nothing but the bit of running I was doing. I iced it, took some Advil, vowed to rest a day and thought it would go away. Wrong. It started hurting so badly that it kept me up at night. Not cool.
So, I’m still icing, Adviling and resting and today, the right knee started hurting. They hurt so bad that I feel like an old woman when I walk. I mean, they HURT.
I’m really ill with myself for this. I have scoliosis and I know that my legs are different lengths. I know that a lot of pressure goes to my legs (knees, I guess) when I try to do anything more than walking but walking just doesn’t seem good enough. Seems like I need to do more. Always more.
But, I think my knees have other ideas and they are definitely winning. I’m trying to decide now whether to keep icing and Adviling or whether to see a doctor about them.
Seriously, I’m too young to feel this rickety.