Don’t want to start 2020 on a glum note, but my late-2019-injury is actually getting worse, or so it would appear.
I tore the meniscus in my left knee at the end of November.
Cried a lot.
Consulted several specialists.
Cried a little less.
Withdrew from my 3 main winter races – a half marathon & 2 fulls.
Exercised as instructed by the physio.
Started gentle walking.
The pain was definitely reducing.
And then, wham!
3 days ago the old knee started hurting big time.
So here I am, trying to be all upbeat & positive & New-Year-y-cheerful…and failing dismally.
My knee hurts.
Even walking is painful,
And I’ve discovered that I’m a lousy invalid.
Walking is no substitute for running, for someone like me, but it is a zillion times better than lolling on a sofa, with a cushion under my knee, “exercising” by flexing my ankles. All while reading Murukami’s “What I talk about when I talk about running”. Obviously.
(This talking to you is my own version of Murukami, by the way 😛 )
On a scale of injuries, a torn meniscus isn’t a big deal, I know, I know, and I feel bad for moaning, but I had such hopes and plans for this year.
So now it’s all about an even slower recovery than I’d hoped for, and recalibrating, and re-planning 2020.
Perhaps that climbing trip won’t happen, after all…
Perhaps that first ultra run won’t happen after all…
New Years are all about new beginnings.
Clearly, this year I’m going to have to put that into practice.