The Injury

If there’s anything to know about training for a marathon, it’s that time can get away from you , easily. It’s true of just about anything, I suppose, but especially true of planning to run 26.2 miles.

I haven’t blogged for a little while – I was on vacation, then we moved to another part of town, then I hurt myself.  I’ve been figuratively holding my breath about my knee for the last couple of weeks, hoping that it will turn out to be nothing serious.

It started with my first run around my new neighborhood. I tripped and fell and spectacularly landed on my kneecap, bounced off, skidded on my hands and rolled over, even getting some road rash on my back. Better yet, I had an audience of senior citizens in their cars, at a stop sign. Maybe they didn’t see me, since they didn’t stop to help, but I have to think that maybe I just scared them by going down on the sidewalk like that, taking my ego with me.

It swelled up, of course, and hurt and a couple of days later I went to a doctor, who told me no running for two weeks. 

Here we are, three weeks later, and I’ve had a few short runs. So far so good – there’s still a little swelling and I can’t touch my kneecap but everything inside the kneecap seems to be firing ok. And so I guess I’m exhaling and  trying to catch up.

Friday’s long run: 6 miles.

Comments

[Emily Linnert]

Go Adela and John! I'm so proud of you guys! What an inspiration! I look forward to reading more about your journey.-Emily