A Fat Man Jogs On Runner’s Knee And Stops After A Mile. Will Now Have To Rest And Recover From It For 72 Hours.
This morning I felt quite happy. My knee was painless, I was delighted that I’d kept to Weight Watchers yesterday and the weather outside was perfect for running.
I should have known that it was all gonna go pear shaped the moment I came off the bottom stair. I felt a wincing pain much worse than anything experienced yesterday.
Being an idiot I went out anyway and limped around town for all of 1.2 miles. I was hobbling from the off and it got much worse towards the end.
Eventually I accepted that my complaint was an injury and not a ‘niggle’, stopped to a walk and limped on home.
A very sorry trot was had back. Usually I’d manage at least a 6 miler in such conditions. But not today.
My mother, being vaguely omniscient proclaimed ‘Your fut’s still hurt, why you out running’ in her unmistakeable Belfast drawl.
So after accepting that I have runners knee, I googled the recovery time and decided it would be best to take 72 hours off and then have a walk on Friday before embarking on a 3 mile run.
In the meantime I’ve no idea what I’m gonna do with myself. Most of my day is spent deciding on when and where I should run.
There’s no chance that I’ll run the Lisburn Half Marathon, so I’ll be missing it for the second year running. To even attempt to run an event injured is just idiocy. I’d rather be patient and get myself properly fit for the Great North Run in September.
I know that the runners knee itself is from ramping up my mileage so drastically after coming back from Benidorm.
The week before the holiday was actually the marathon week and I ran 62.5 miles. On holiday I didn’t run at all. I then came back 5lbs heavier and ran 50 miles.
I should’ve known that it wouldn’t have ended well but then again I’m inexperienced with all of this injury shit and like most runners I am determined, stupid and a little obsessed.