I started my last long run in the barrel of an MRI machine and finished it 9.2 k later skipping up the steps of the local Morrisons where my lady was waiting.
I felt on form and on top of the world.
Somewhere between then and now my running world took a big knock. My wandering leg pain that had been focussed in my calf for the whole of November, shifted to the front of my knee and then I got the results of the MRI.
I called the Doc for the results and it seems I have a small horizontal tear of the medial meniscus with a little cyst. The recommendation from the Dr, who I’ve never met before was that I strap it and quit running.
I think it’s a pretty obvious response to tell me to quit. I’m not designed for running, I’ve been specially moulded for the couch, and at the best of times it’s hard to imagine that running could be beneficial for knees.
I need to ignore her advice though, running has done wonders for my mental health, it’s brought me confidence and spirit and pride and for someone in a constant battle with the scales it’s the only thing that has enabled me to exert some control over my spiralling body mass.
I’m not sure what to do just yet. I’ll try and see a specialist but in the meantime I’m looking for options. Maybe a knee brace will help or perhaps I could try my next running commute with a pair if Nordic poles.
I feel this years London marathon slipping away from me before I even start and Janathon could be a litle shaky as well.