I hate being injured. I despise it with every fiber of my being. After running 10 miles on Sunday I was excited to find that there was minimal soreness and no apparent sign of pain. I went on about my day proud of my run and looking forward to our upcoming Cowtown Half Marathon. However, by Sunday night everything changed.
I noticed a slight pain on my left kneecap and figured it was a bruise of some sort. It was tender to the touch and there was a slight tinge of pain whenever I bent my knee. I figured that it was possible I may have hit my knee somewhere or was merely suffering from mild soreness. When I awoke on Monday the pain was still apparent, but I thought it was normal to feel sore for at least two days after such a long run. Unfortunately, I awoke today with the same pain and no sign of it diminishing. After researching possible causes I was hit with the stark reality, I am injured.
To say this is a devastating blow would be putting it mildly. Not only was my training going well, I was feeling on top of the world. I had encountered an injury while training for the Rock n Roll Half Marathon in San Antonio, but luckily I was able to complete my training after taking a couple of weeks off. I learned from that experience to take better care of my body and focus a lot more on cross training. Up until this point it had been working. Unfortunately, with my next half marathon less than four weeks away it is now likely I will not be able to run.
At this point all I can wonder is where I went wrong. Did I not stretch enough? Did I run too hard? Did I run to slow? Did I run too much? Did I not run enough? Perhaps it’s just what’s meant to happen, but it doesn’t mean that it’s any easier to accept. I am so disappointed I am not really sure what I should do. It’s a waiting game, but I am afraid I know the outcome. Even if my knee manages to get stronger, I have lost valuable training time. Plus, I will need to ease back into the workouts and I have no time for that.
I wish I could be optimistic, but at this point it’s just not possible. I am merely a runner who can no longer run. I am fully aware that it would be ridiculous to try and keep running. Part of being a runner is listening to your body and knowing when to say stop. It’s just, I am not ready to say stop.