(Apologies for the bloody content). Today’s blog is in two parts and brought to you by the letters K and D.
Part 1.
K is for knee. My left knee. On 12th October 2016 I fell on it while running. It was my own stupid fault for not looking where I was going (my watch beeped at me – doh!). I still finished my run, after all, why not? I was feeling pretty invincible at the time, having just finished my first 50 mile race and was signed up for more. The knee really, really hurt. Even over 2 years later I can’t sit with it bent for long periods without it complaining after a while.
When, after a couple of weeks rest, I started running again something wasn’t right with my leg (and not just because it was my left leg 🤪). It was pain free, but not working properly. However the knee proved to be a bit of a distraction while trying to find out what the problem was. (More to follow in part 2). (And apologies to my friends who’ve heard this before but I’m starting from the beginning, which according to those who know, is a very good place to start)