So today marks the 5th day of no running for me. I knew it was coming. A too-sudden increase in mileage and BOOM...the old knee injury, which hasn't flared up in years, knocked me for a loop. When I try to run, it kind of collapses on me and I have tinglies running down the back of my leg behind the knee. I can deal with the temporary "off road" experience, but it's like a good friend has left town and I'm just waiting, waiting for her return.
The first time I injured my knee I had panic attacks because I didn't know if I'd be able to run again. Now, I'm older and a bit wiser. Everybody's different, but I have confidence that if I just stay off of it for several days it will be fine. I am trying to see this as a gift - a chance to sleep later for a change and take (gentle) walks with my dog Annie.
This time also makes me realize the gift that running is for me and the amazing ways in which running feeds me. I feel like something's missing and I'm not quite myself. Lesson learned.