I went downtown to the rail trail and ran it 3 times (which is probably just short of 5 miles) and I felt great. So great, that the next day, which was also absolutely gorgeous, I went for another run on the rail trail (only 2 rounds this time). Approximate distance – probably just over 3 miles. That Thursday, when I was down in Atlanta for Passover, I jogged the short distance over to Emory University and ran 4.5 miles on their indoor track. Only, somewhere around the start of mile 2 my left knee started throbbing. Now, I had knee pain a few years ago when I got into jogging, and so I always wear a patella strip to keep my knee in place – but it didn't seem to be helping. Still, I was in the zone and got through my 4.5 miles – pain be damned. That Saturday? Another gorgeous day, another near 5-mile run on the rail trail. And a whole lot of pain. Like – come home and start icing my knee pain. And taking Advil pain.
So I texted Dr. Diva (who for the record is a vascular surgeon and NOT an orthopedist but obviously brilliant and totally talented in the medical arena) and was all like: How the Hell do people train for marathons and I go for 4 piddly runs in 8 days and wham – I've blown my left knee out. I mean – really! And she texts me back: What kind of shoes do you have and how old are they? And I got mildly indignant because I do have real shoes (Asics - although they are almost 3 years old) and I could not believe that a poor choice in footwear had contributed to this much pain. And I was mad that I couldn't run any more (I was physically in too much pain plus Dr. Diva suggested laying off the jogging to give myself some time to heal). Still – that didn't stop me from hopping on the elliptical the following morning (it's low-impact after all) and going walking with my friend Karen the following day. At which point, the pain got so bad – I admitted that I probably needed to take a break from exercise period.
So I did. For two weeks. And during those 2 weeks I
So, Friday April 24th, almost 3 weeks to the day that I went on that first fateful jog, I went to OrthoCarolina where my knee was poked, prodded, and x-rayed. There was nothing visibly wrong and the doctor thought that I likely had ITB Syndrome which is a common injury among runners, but just to be sure there wasn't an actual tear in the tissue, I had to have an MRI. Oh great. Because you know – I can totally lie absolutely still for 30 minutes without moving an inch.
Still, five days later I was back at OrthoCarolina getting my first (and hopefully last) MRI. Then the following week I was back at the doctor's office to discuss the results of said MRI. Here's what I was Twittering about while I waited to see the doctor:
Slightly irritated that it's 9:30am and I am still in the waiting room. Appt. was at 8:55am - granted I was 7 minutes late...but still...
9:29 AM May 5th from TwitterBerry
Did I say slightly irritated? I meant EXTREMELY irritated - esp. since 2 people have gone back & I am still languishing in the waiting room
9:36 AM May 5th from TwitterBerry
Bordering on apoplectic - and if she tells me I need surgery after making me wait I am going to be freaking furious...
9:39 AM May 5th from TwitterBerry
1 more still before me @ 50 mins past my scheduled appt? WTF???
9:46 AM May 5th from TwitterBerry
Just played the NYC bitch card and it worked! Wait - is that wrong of me to gloat about it? And why is my knee throbbing? A sign? Oy...
9:50 AM May 5th from TwitterBerry
Yeah. That was an hour of my life I'll never get back. The good news? Well it seemed that I did in fact have ITB Syndrome and the first course of action was 4 – 6 weeks of physical therapy. And even better – there was a local PT place in Lincolnton (which meant I wasn't hauling my cookies to Charlotte/Gastonia/Hickory any more than I already have to).
So I called the following day to schedule an appointment and given my travel and their availability the first day I could get in was Friday, May 15th. Sort of ridiculous but so is my life sometimes.
Meanwhile, as time goes on, my knee is hurting less and less. I am back to working out on the elliptical. And by the time I rolled into PT last Friday, I was in zero pain and feeling like I could run the NYC Marathon.
So after the physical therapist asks me a bunch of questions, watches me walk and puts me through a bunch of range of motion tests, you want to know what he tells me? My ankles turn in when I walk and I need new shoes with better support. Oh – and my muscles are a little tight so I should stretch more. Oh – and once I start running again, try to take it easy. Start with 1 – 2 miles and build up and don’t try to run 20 miles in 8 days. That's it.
So after 2 trips to the doctor (one of which sent me to levels of apoplexy usually reserved for when I get stuck behind a slow-moving 18-wheeler in the left lane), x-rays, an MRI, a trip to PT and countless dollars spent (although luckily I have already met my deductible and insurance covers 85%), the answer is: NEW FUCKING SHOES. Don’t think Dr. Diva didn't love that when I told her.
So dear readers…tell me about an unexpected happy ending in your life. Or just tell me about a pair of shoes you are currently coveting. Either way.
As for me, I am having a strong craving for a sausage biscuit for breakfast.
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...