Fitness Friday: Wipeout

I have been running for a few years but I’ve never gotten up to running as often as I’d like. My goal has always been to run 3 to 4 times a week, but I average more like 1 to 2.

A few weeks ago, my old knee problems starting flaring up again, and I blamed my newfound strength training routines. I’ve tried taking more time off between runs, but it didn’t seem to help. It isn’t debilitating like it used to be, but it’s a nagging irritation and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing permanent damage.

Last week my trainer watched me run and confirmed that my form looked good. She then advised me to run more consistently — like 5 or 6 days a week. Her theory is that running more regularly would actually help and not hinder my knee complaints. She also pointed out that I will see a change in my body sooner if I will work out more consistently.

I figured I had nothing to lose and proceeded to run 4 out of the next 5 days. I am shocked and amazed to tell you that she was right. My knee complaints were getting less noticeable and I also noticed that while I was snacking a lot, the scale was not going up as it is wont to do. I couldn’t believe that I was able to tell a difference that quickly.

I was thrilled. I felt empowered. I was sold on this frequent, consistent exercise schedule.

And then yesterday morning happened.

Yesterday morning I decided to fit in a quick run before we left for Washington D.C. for the weekend. I wanted to keep up my momentum, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to fit in exercising while we were away.

It was spectacular outside — brilliant sunshine and crisp, cool temperatures. I was in my element, trotting down the road in the early morning light.

My goal was 3 miles in 29 minutes, and I was right on target. I did the first mile in 10 minutes, and the second in 9 minutes, and I was going strong into that third mile.

I looked at my watch to see how I was doing on time. I decided I’d better turn it up a notch in order to meet my goal, so I picked up the pace.

That’s when I stumbled on the uneven pavement and went sprawling.

It was that awful slow-motion feeling when you keep trying to right yourself but you know it’s hopeless. I went down good and hard.

I landed on my bad knee, braced myself with my hands and even managed to hit my lip and my nose before I came to a stop.

The first thing I remember thinking was how horrible I was going to look in our vacation photos. Vain much??

Then I noticed how badly my knee throbbed and my hands stung, and I began to wonder if I’d even be able to walk around our nation’s capitol without limping and grimacing in pain.

I slowly stood up and took inventory of my injuries. I could walk, but my knee was killing me. I scraped up the palm of my right hand and ripped the fingernail on the tip of my left thumb.There was blood dripping down my hands, and my lip and nose stung.

I debated calling for a rescue car ride or sticking it out and walking myself home. I figured I had about a mile to get back home, and for a while I limped along. Finally I gave in and called my husband.

Once home the pressing question was which injury to treat first. I started with my lip, since it was my face and I didn’t care to go to Washington looking like I’d been in a bar brawl.

I finally finagled a way to ice my knee and my lip and the palm of my hand at the same time. The pain was intense, but I had no desire to cancel our trip so I powered through with a little help from my good friend Ibuprofen.

We made it to D.C., and we had a good day, but I’m still in a lot of pain. My hand is the worst. It stings like the dickens. I’m not quite sure what the dickens are but I’m pretty sure they are evil.

I’ll be writing a series of posts on our trip so I don’t want to give too much away, but you can follow our adventures on my Instagram feed. There’s even a photo of my bum knee in there, not that anyone really wants to see that.

Needless to say, I didn’t pack my running gear. I need a few days to recover before I’m able to get back out there, but I definitely want to get back to my daily running routine. I’m anxious to see if it really makes a difference in my weight management and physical endurance. I have high hopes.

Meanwhile, tell me. How are you challenging yourself physically these days? Does this spring weather motivate you to get moving like it does me??

Be careful out there! I don’t want anyone else joining me in the infirmary. It’s no fun.

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