I finally ran 6 days in a row last week. Other then my long day, I only ran about 4 miles a day. I figure until I can be consistent with running 4 miles a day, why go farther. So I ended up with 28 miles for the week.
Then, Friday happened. I was running well, but it was hot and I was tired from the week. I was about 1/10 mile from home and my knee got a shooting pain that made me immediately stop running. It was on the inside of my left knee. I’ve had that pain twice before in the past couple of years and it has never been long term.
Sunday, I went to the mountain with RS to do my weekly run. It was my first mountain run in my new shoes and I was excited to see how they’d do. As we parted ways to begin separate runs, I handed RS the clicker to the car and I took the key. He then asked me, “What if you get hurt, how will I get you”. I just smiled and said that wouldn’t happen.
I got to the top of the mountain and felt fine. I had a good run and took my time. No issues. As I began my decent, all was well and then, after about a half mile, that pain came back. I limped to a stop and let out a cry of pain. I texted RS and told him I was walking back and then I tried to run again. I know that was stupid and I new it at the time, but I didn’t want to walk 3 miles back to the car. So I started and stopped about 3 times. Each time I ran okay, but then the pain hit and I couldn’t continue. Finally I resigned myself to walk down the mountain and give up my run.
About a mile after I began my walk, I spotted RS coming toward me. He ran up the mountain to meet me. He offered to go get the van, but I declined. We walked back and had a good talk. Thanks RS!
Now I’m off running for a bit. Back to ice and heat and stretching. I don’t know if it was my shoes or just fate, but it is frustrating (although running always seems to be frustrating).
Maybe I should start biking.