As the page of the calendar turned from April to May, I found myself in a panic.
Who has two thumbs and signed herself up for a half marathon on June 5th?
So did I mention that I panicked?
Oh, and then proceeded to do nothing about it.
I mean, my April mileage was good.
But by Mother's Day on Sunday, I had not yet gone for a run in the month of May.
So as a "gift" to myself (said with heavy sarcasm), I went for a loooooong run.
10.6 miles, to be exact.
And then had to walk an additional 2 miles to get back home.
(Because apparently I can't do math and run at the same time.)
But it felt good. I mean, I was definitely sore the rest of Mother's Day, but nothing unusual. And then I took the day off on Monday.
So by last night after work, I was itching to run again.
I had in my head I wanted to do 6 miles.
But as soon as I started out, I knew it was Not Good.
My right knee was in terrible pain. I have NEVER EVER had knee pain before.
Which brings me to the second part of my story.
Wanna know why I have knee pain?
Because karma is a bitch. That's why.
You see, Hubby has been gimping around all spring. He already had knee surgery on one knee back in 2006. Now the other knee has something or other torn (all I hear is blah blah hurts blah blah doctor blah blah surgery) and requires arthroscopic surgery - which he will have done early this summer.
And so, because I am such a loving and caring wife, I have been doing nothing but making fun of him and his frigging hurt knee.
Yeah. It's pretty bad.
I tried to run this morning, fooling myself into thinking that maybe it just needed to be stretched.
No dice. I could barely lift my knee to run. However, riding the stationary bike was fine.
But now? I pretty much have a dead leg and am dragging it behind me. Sweet.
I'm not gonna try to run again until Sunday. And in the meantime, I will do ice/Advil and start thinking about a knee brace. I'm hesitant to go to the doctor if it's just something strained or pulled.