Seriously I think it will be another two weeks before I can do push-ups and certain core exercises and arm movements again. Some things I can do, others I can’t do without stopping short to curtail the pain. Like a middle block I can do with my left arm, but with a punch I can’t do much more than extend my arm out in a semblance of a punch.
Time will heal everything. By the way, I went for my MRI on my knee today, but won’t know anything for a couple of weeks. For a refreshing change, my knee symptoms did not undergo a remission. In other words, although my knee has been good for many days, today it acted up on me again. It’s bad it acted up, but good it chose MRI scan day to do so.
Sigh! Tomorrow I guess I will register for the Calgary Marathon, but I sure don’t feel very optimistic at this time. I feel like I’m falling apart. Bits of me keep asking for an oil change. I guess I am registering on faith in that I have felt many times in the past that my running career was over, but it was not so.
It’s good to be warm. Cold joints and muscles make me feel like I’m a hundred and fifty years old, but if they feel warm and lubricated (a rare event these days), I feel invincible.
Such is the price one pays for not dying young, ha ha. I am aware that I feel quite depressed about it. But I only allow myself a wee little self-pity session before I suck it up and motor on. It’s not good to stay in that dark place so I don’t.