I have a sore knee. #thatisall
I thought about ending this post there, but figured that’d be a bit unfulfilling for my readers given that you are accustomed to, and enamoured of, my witty repartee. Or something.
It’s true though. A few times last week I got a pain on the inside of my left knee. It almost ‘gave way’ a couple of times late in the week and it particularly hurt as I climbed the stairs to exit my train station on Thursday evening. By Friday I complained every time I went up and down the steps in my apartment.
The only thing I can put it down to are the little ‘runs’ I did on the treadmill on Wednesday and Thursday last week. Knee pain is rare for me, but I recall having problems with my hip when I did some running late last year. Of course I had A LOT of hip trouble a few years ago and my more recent hip and knee pain has been on the same side.
I haven’t had knee issues prior to last week’s running and can generally jump about in my dance classes with minimal ache afterwards. And… when I attended circuit classes and had to do some running there, it was often a one-off for a certain distance or interchanged with other cardio work rather than constant/ regular bursts. So, perhaps it’s a sign that I’m really not ready to run yet. (Or more specifically, that my knees aren’t ready for me to run yet!)
I went for a walk on the weekend instead of something higher-impact as planned and it was fine.
My knee issue and recent post about wanting to push myself more cardiovascularly should both serve to remind me that I’m a long way from where I was this time last year. I rarely think about it, but read a post by Marion at Affection for Fitness over the weekend, in which she talked about her own fitness miracle; making me realise that I sometimes don’t give myself enough credit for my achievements over the past year. This time last year I was not yet exercising and fretting at how much I abused and mistreated my body.
I need to remind myself that a year ago I couldn’t walk without getting shin splints. I hired an exercise bike and did pilates to kick off my workout regime in late May 2011. And here I am, a year later and I’m stressing about my fitness not improving as it should be. It’s good to have exacting or high standards… but a good memory and some self-consideration would also be useful!
In other exercise news it’s likely I’m going to have to miss my favourite faux Zumba class AGAIN this week and I’m devastated.
Is there a class / workout you HATE missing?