While running the Girlfriends Half Marathon three weeks ago, I started to feel pain in my left knee around Mile 10, but I just chalked it up to the distance. I’m not a high mileage kind of gal, and 10 miles might as well be a marathon for me.
Even though I was pretty sore after the race, I was anxious to start running again and started running 3-5 miles a couple times per week. After each run, the old knee would remind me that something was up, but I just chalked it up to my advanced age and pressed on. I wasn’t worried, and I was determined to rock my 10K race on November 12!
Last Saturday, I knew something was reallllyyyyyy wrong as I completed my speed work routine. The dull ache turned into a sharp stabbing pain, which got worse if I walked downstairs or bent my knee in any way. After a Saturday night date with an ice pack, I Googled my symptoms and found a name for what I was feeling – Runner’s Knee or Patellofemoral Syndrome.
I was, of course, upset, but continued on with the elliptical trainer and upright bike on Sunday, hoping that a gentler form of cardio would feel okay.
It so didn’t feel okay.
Since Sunday, I’ve been icing my knee every night and taking ibuprofen, which seems to help a little. Stairs are still a challenge for me, and I find myself having to bend at the waist to pick things up, rather than squatting. I haven’t yet been back to the gym, but plan to go tomorrow to focus on my upper body and core, which are probably weak anyway.
Anyway, not being able to run is making me extremely crabby, and I’m worried that I’m going to start gaining weight without the awesome calorie burn that running provides. I hate going in the pool, but need to find something to replace my favorite form of cardio, which is off limits to me for the time being.
I HATE this, but I will get through this. And if you see me on the street, beware: I may just throw my Garmin at you.