East Sycamore

I hurt my knees January 18th, 2018

Back in October, I had decided that it would be in my best interest to start running for the first time in my life. Hey, this will be good, keep me limber because I’m not getting any younger. I’ve gotten a grand total of one run in and I haven’t been back since because I completely wrecked my knees.

Weeks passed and I had enough and decided it was time to call in the big guns, so I scheduled a doctors appointment. After answering a series of questions laying on a table with my feet in the air without any pants on, the conclusion was that I had runners knee.

“Runner’s knee may refer to a number of overuse injuries involving pain around the kneecap.”

Well, at least my injury has the word “runner” in it? The truth is this was the first time having any sort of knee injury in my life. At the time I had no idea what kind of recovery times I’d be in for and generally didn’t think too much about it. My new life, which involved stretching and experiencing pains from the pits of hell by foam rolling my legs, started to make sense and I felt that things were pretty good around Christmas.

But after the holidays, things took a turn for the worse. I’ve since returned to the doctor, found out I additionally have all sorts of Health Insurance problems and the prognosis for my injury was to see a physical therapist.

Setbacks with insurance, healing timelines completely shot, pain that flares up at random, and a general hatred of anything that vaguely resembles a foam roller, it has been a serious toll mentally for the last few months.

What can I do?

Worrying won’t solve problems. It doesn’t matter how angry I am at doctors it won’t make my knees hurt any less. No matter how many times I review my insurance plan, it won’t get any better. I can attempt to hire another shaman off of Craigslist to talk to the demon within my foam roller, but it’ll still hurt next time I use it. The realization that being angry, stressed, and angry isn’t going to do anything.

Rather than do those things I have decided to focus on what I can do to make a difference. Rather than dwelling on what I had done wrong, I’m taking the steps (albeit small ones) now to focus on what I can do right. I will heal in time and I will run again. This time the rest of me will be a runner and not just my knees.