Still Not Running, For the Most Part

After weeks of anticipation, my mom finally came home and told me what was wrong with my knee. It took a couple of days though – I initially demanded she examine it immediately after driving her home from the airport, and she said, “it looks fine.” Apparently after thirty hours of travel or however long it was, knee-examining isn’t your top priority. My knee was also not really hurting, because I hadn’t been doing anything on it.

With my new diagnosis of “fine,” the next morning I decided to jog to the gym. Within a half mile it started hurting. Once I was at the gym I was too angry to workout (when my body isn’t working how I want it to, I respond with anger), so I just did the elliptical for five minutes and got even angrier, because the elliptical is such a stupid thing to do. I hate the elliptical. Then I had to walk home because my knee was hurting so much.

This event called for a re-examination of my knee, during which my mom said I have tendinitis (which I figured was the case), and then showed me some stretches/strengthening exercises to help fix it. So this means I have to just do them forever until it gets better, which might take a while (forever is a long time). This is good news though, because she was pretty confident this will help, so now I don’t have to go see a different/expensive doctor.

So I’m continuing to not run, and am going to spin classes and things like that. I’ve been thinking about swimming some, but haven’t yet been able to make myself do that. You have to change into a bathing suit and everything, it’s so annoying. I did go on one run though, on accident. This happened last night when I got drunk and wandered off to some bar without my friends and then realized I needed to get home somehow. I don’t really like taking cabs by myself, so I decided to walk home. This started taking a long time so after a while I ran, and my knee didn’t really hurt too badly because I was drunk. It turns out that the Doug Fir is 3.3 miles from my house. Next time I’ll hopefully have enough sense to take a cab.