My knee still hurts. I am displeased by this.
Occasionally I wonder if there is a higher power (or a time traveler) that is watching out for me. Okay, a twisted knee sucks, but it is preventing me from doing some other activities that might be a higher risk. For instance, my work is planning a ski-trip to Marmot Basin next weekend. I do not think I can downhill ski (which I’ve never done before) with a knee that hurts. So there is a good chance I’ll have to opt out.
Or is this my knee’s way of telling me it doesn’t want to run an ultramarathon in May. (Big baby.)
I’ve been assuming I got injured because I helped some man move his car, but there are other factors leading up to it. On Sunday I ran 40km on uneven terrain. My muscles were aching afterwards, so on Tuesday I wallowed in a hot tub for an hour. On Wednesday I was running outside in the shorts right before the incident. So my knees have been through a lot.
I’ve accepted that I should not run this Sunday. I’m going to see about aqua-jogging instead. Half an hour after the incident I had made an appointment with a physical therapist. I’ll discover what my fortunes are on Wednesday.