Or is it?
Yesterday, I headed out for an early run and felt good, both mentally and physically – I hadn’t over done the NYE celebrations, which we spent at the Docklands family fireworks that go off at the reasonably early time of 9:15pm.
Around the 1k mark, my right knee felt uncomfortable so I decided to slow up and jogged/walked the quickest route to home. I’m wearing a knee brace as a caution rather than to fix the problem as it’s not painful and does not alter my gait or stop me from jogging. It does however send a pain through my thigh when I move in another direction quickly -especially when I play cricket with the boys.
The “City to Bay” race is next Sunday and if my knee is not better, Michelle will run the 10k and I’ll do the 1.5k with Harry and Sam.
A month ago, I would have said that us swapping races was impossible as Michelle had only ever ran as far as 4k before and that was only once. In the past two weeks she has run two 5k’s and one 6.25k. Today she ran 8k, so I have no doubt that she’ll run a 10k.
I may have to take up a less active hobby as this running lark is beyond frustration, now it’s anger. Anyone for lawn bowls?
Happy New Year to all.