Well, after a two-week running hiatus – AGAIN – I hit the road this weekend. And it SUCKED. Like somebody please just shoot me and put me out of misery sucked.
Let me bore you with the deets. Rewind back a couple of weeks to one of my last physical therapy visits. I hit their dinosaur of a treadmill and hit it hard (here). After that, the knee was feeling a bit wonky, so I laid off for a couple of weeks. I was still working out my legs on the machines, getting my miles done on the stationary and recumbent bikes, and even dusted off my trusty bike trainer.
Should I have laid off the lower body work altogether? I don’t know. But when the hubby and I headed out for an easy two miles, I thought Ronda Rousey was still fighting and landing karate chops to my the top of my #brokeknee. It was actually a little worse than right after the first time this popped up post-PT dreadmill day, but I also knew it would eventually calm down once I had warmed up. Not completely go away, but at least get tolerable. Fast forward to about a mile and half, and without even really thinking about it, I picked up the pace a little bit and finished up relatively strong. Then back home, on ice, stim, and good old Tylenol. Not that it does a thing to alleviate the pain.
Herein lies my conundrum. Both PT Pam and the surgeon said I can’t screw up what he fixed, so that makes me feel a little better about my current state of affairs. The first two runs back before the PT dreadmill incident felt GREAT. So great I was hitting paces I hadn’t seen since high school. Now, it’s worse – at the run’s start – then it was when all this #brokeknee crap started. Is this just residual whatever left over from the dreaded dreadmill incident? Have I messed up something ELSE now? Is this just my knee’s way of saying, “I’ll let you get back to it, but not before I remind you who’s REALLY running this running show?” I guess the only way to figure this out is to keep running and see what happens over the next couple of weeks. If it doesn’t back off, then I just may try a few laser therapy visits. AGAIN. I am just SO sick of APPOINTMENTS.
I’m just going to hang in there and see what happens. To be completely honest though, I am a bit S-C-A-R-E-D, but I’m trying to fight that off and not have a total freakout over it. Any clouds of healing pixie dust you may have just hanging around, please feel free to throw it to any Florida-bound winds. It would be very much appreciated.
Enjoy the ride.
Have you ever found yourself in a situation like this four months post-surgery? Any advice for a mildly freaked out runner girl? Am I just overthinking this or do I just need to calm the heck down?