It’s been almost two weeks since I finished the Baltimore Half-Marathon and my right knee is still giving me trouble. I’m not one to self diagnose (in fact I’m banned from Web MD in my house, what with me being a bit of hypochondriac and all) but it seems what I am dealing with is fairly normal. I think I would know if I tore something, since I doubt I could walk let alone workout. Plus the pain moves. Sometimes it’s below the knee in the upper calf or above the knee in the lower hamstring.
But I’m a total hypocrite. Not just a couple of months ago I wrote about the importance of listening to your body and not acting the hero and here I am not really doing much to help myself past RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation). I’ve been reading a ton about exercises I should be doing and, well, I should be doing them but I’m not. But I will. I promise. I guess at some point though, I’m going to have to figure out if it’s time to see a doctor or not. I’ve read recovery can take anywhere from one month to six and that’s without a doctor. I doubt it would come to that though.
Everything I have read made me a prime candidate for this to happen. I’m a first time runner, who overpronates, with an unbalanced body and I was born on a Tuesday. If I knew then what I knew now I could have avoided this. But you know what? This learning experience did not end when I crossed that finish line. I guess we can say this is the post race chapter: The injury chapter.