I've have been in therapy for my knees in the past. When they hurt it's miserable. They will not bend at all and the pain shoots up and down my legs over even the slightest movement. I decided sleep was the remedy and woke up to crazy dreams next. The only thing that helps at this point is my ice gel pack wrapped around my knees, an anti-inflammatory, and not being stuck sitting at my desk at work for 8 hours. It was easy to decide I needed a sick day, especially since my hubby and son have both been sick and coughing all over the house for a few days. I can feel it coming on so the extra sleep will help fight it off.
My knees frustrate me. I have done pretty well over the past 6 months so I shouldn't complain, but pain always makes me grumpy.
- I don't have a solvable issue, my knees aren't as mobile as the average Joe's and the inner knee strains.
- My knee caps aren't positioned quite right but after lots of hours the therapist couldn't make any real change. I was probably born that way.
- He said use them or lose them. Just rest when in pain.
- Limit time pounding the pavement.
- Sitting is bad. For as much as I sit (work, no choice) he wants at least an hour of movement a day.
- Always stretch, and when you think you've done enough stretch more.
It's strange how random the soreness seems to be. In August I had a week I ran a 8 miler, a 9 miler, and a 10K and was fine. The next week I ran on the treadmill for an hour because it was so hot and couldn't walk the next morning. My recent flare up doesn't make sense either...Tuesday I ran a 15K and woke up Wednesday feeling great. Wednesday evening an easy 5K led to the pain that started in the middle of the night.
As I write this I am feeling better and as usual I can't wait to get my next run in. I do get scared when I think of my age, 47. I know I need to take care of myself. It will take longer to bounce back from an injury and it's easy to gain weight at my age, so my goal is to keep moving!
Each race I have run I always look over the race results to see who the oldest person is. There is always a handful of 70 year olds. The half marathon I just ran had two 71 yr. olds who beat my time.
I love that. They are my inspiration and realization that I can age and still have fitness goals...and accomplishments