It hasn’t even been 24 hours! Couldn’t my knee pain have held off just a few more days since having my last good run!
I noticed nearing the end of yesterday’s run that behind my right knee was starting to hurt. That’s weird. My right knee has never hurt. It was even sore on into today moreso when I walked. Dang. What’s up with that? I stretched like I was supposed to. Oh well.
I ignored it.
But during today’s run, it reminded me. What in the world! Why is my right knee hurting. It’s my left knee that I wear the compression sleeve on. But as we started up the drive, I told Clark to hold up a minute and I took the sleeve off my left knee and put it on my right knee.
Clark asked me if I was confused.
At about halfway through our short two miles, behind my right knee was really hurting and aching, almost as if the pain was radiating down my leg to my foot and worsening with each step. The sleeve felt tighter so I slid it down, but I’m not sure if that helped or made it worse.
I tried groaning aloud, but that didn’t help either and Clark was too far ahead of me to hear me anyway.
It did improve as I slowed down and walked, but it returned as I started to run again.
Am I just too old for this? No, I can’t be too old. There are ALOT of people who run who are much older than me. Did I start running too late in life? Did I overdo it yesterday, when I felt so good?
So right now I have both legs elevated with Edamame on one knee and butter beans on the other. I guess we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
I’m so frustrated. Why can’t this be easy?
I suppose if it was, then everybody would be doing it and the reward would be futile.