Remember that fullness I was having in my knee the day after that ridiculous 20-mile trek? I actually took a moment later on Sunday to look at my knee (what a doctor I am) and noticed it was definitely swollen on the lateral side. I was so bummed! I pushed my finger into the puffiness and it didn't hurt – at least I had that going for me. So then, I spent the next few minutes rationalizing why my knee should be swollen. I did run 20 miles after all…and I did a lot of jumping on and off snow banks to avoid the cars...and I did run a faster pace than I usually do (always blame the husband). So, I took several Motrin and slipped into my doctor-in-denial world. On Monday, my knee was still swollen but less so. I decided to confess to Coach Bob when he caught me in the hallway at work to ask me how the run went on Saturday. I asked him when he thought I should try running on it again and he suggested I take a few days off. “Like my son's coach tells him, I'm going to tell you - you're day to day,” he says.
So, this morning I looked at my knee, trying to decide if it would betray me again. The swelling was basically gone and the sun was out. I am just back in the house from a test run of four miles on dry roads. It feels ok but I guess only time will tell. I'm usually not a “day to day” kind of thinker, but I guess I need to learn how to be one if I'm going to get through this.