My knee is bugging the crap out of me and I’m quite pissy about it.
It was hurting a couple of days ago so I held off on the short run on Wednesday…instead, I gave it an extra day and tried to do it yesterday morning before work. There’s a track near where I live, so I headed over there for a boring but easy place to kill a half-hour run.
Fifteen minutes in, the knee was killing me. No variations on the knee brace rig helped to soothe the pain. I pushed through it for about a minute, and then gave up, crapped out, and limped home in defeat.
Today, I only had computer and phone call work to do for work, so I was able to do it from my couch. I’ve been icing the knee on and off, getting up and moving around, and generally trying to make it better before tomorrow’s long run.
I’m pretty sure things are better today–I think the high-heeled shoes I wear to work to help me feel like a grown-up might have been part of the problem. I didn’t wear them yesterday, or for today’s couch surfing adventure, and it looks like things are getting better.
But I’m still grumpy.
Typically, when grumpy, I either force myself to go out and exercise or, failing that, pick a fight with a loved one. But the damn knee hurts, and since I’m well aware that I’d be picking a fight just to pick a fight, well that just makes me feel guilty.
Which makes me grumpy.
And the vicious circle goes around.
Maybe there’s some emergency chocolate around here somewhere….
