Yesterday marked the 29th day of no running since the Cleveland Marathon (not that I’m counting). I had tried twice before, but could never make it down the block because of the crippling knee/ITB pain. So I took a month off. A whole month away from running was torture and as much as it’s nice that using the elliptical doesn’t physically cause me pain, it’s not running.
I brought my workout clothes to lab yesterday so that I could hit up the gym after work, but the blue sky and perfect running weather taunted me. So I decided: I’m going running today. I laced up my kicks and head out the door, praying for no knee pain.
The first 60 seconds were total bliss. No knee pain, at all! I can’t tell you how great it felt to be running again. 5 minutes went by, still no knee pain! Hallelujah! Then it started coming back. That dang pain I felt during the Cleveland marathon; nothing sharp and debilitating, but dull and very present. Sigh. It was the kind of pain I can run through, so I kept going. I didn’t want to overdo it, so I stopped after 20 minutes. But it was still the most amazing, refreshing 20 minutes of my life. Oh running, how I’ve missed you dearly.
Afterwards, I stretched a lot and foam-rolled. It didn’t hurt me at all last night, either. Score.
So with that little bit of hope, I tried to go running again this morning. This time, the euphoric “omg I’m running and my knee doesn’t hurt!” only lasted 2 or 3 minutes. By 5, I was limping and the pain had gone from dull and present to full blown pick-ax I-can’t-run-anymore pain. So I stopped, turned around, and walked home.
Oh well, I’ll keep trying. I’ll keep icing and resting and foam rolling. Maybe a few more weeks is what the ol’ knee needs.