A couple of weeks ago it was my birthday. I’m edging ever closer to THAT birthday. I had a wonderful time, but realised a couple of days later that, after helping to build a reeeeally big fence, that my knees were not the happy bunnies they should have been. It’s almost as though the little devil on one shoulder of my knees (bear with me!) was saying “Ha! You’re now only one year away from 50, and I’m not going to allow you to do this fun stuff any more. PING!” That ping being the sound of my knees surrendering to a massive fib.
When I went to the doctor’s last time to have my medication checked (so if anyone were to jokingly say to me ‘check your dosage’, they wouldn’t get any response, so, er, nerrr…) she was delighted to hear that I was running and promptly asked me whether my knees/back/other joints were ok. I’d said yes. They were – at the time. I’m going back next week, and I’m not sure how to say that I am having a few problems with my knees – but not because of the running!
So, yes, of course, next week is a big week for me… I may be able to drop off the citalopram altogether. I may have to find a drum roll app for my phone…
I went for a run today for the first time in a couple of weeks. I’ve been doing some bits of yoga here and there: on reflection I should have done a lot more, a lot more regularly. I’ve been doing all the magnesium oil and Pernaton and a body gelée to help them and they were at the point where they weren’t complaining at points where I had been expecting them to. I took it easy. The plan was: 5 minutes walking – 8 minutes running – 5 minutes walking – 8 minutes running – 5 minutes walking.
What actually happened was this:
5 minutes walking – 7 minutes running – 1 minute ‘What-the-heck?!’ – 2 minutes hobbling – 3 minutes walking – 8 minutes footslogging/hobbling/walking – 5 minutes walking/muttering.
Thanks (sarcasm) to all those office workers who crossed from their side of the path to mine specifically to walk into me.
But funnily enough, it wasn’t the knee that I was expecting to give me jip. No, that one waited until I tried to take the first of a few steps up from the river path and then went ‘gurrrrghhh’ on me. But only for a moment.
That was about half an hour ago. They’re throbbing a little now. Time for some magnesium oil… I’ll wait a couple of days, and then I’ll do another walk/run, with shorter bursts of running.
Any suggestions and advice would be gratefully received!!