mundane adventures in running
Several weeks ago I had a fight with my six year old son. A play fight. A fight which ended in me slipping, tripping, going arse over tit and whacking my knee.
Initially it hurt, swelled and went a funny purple colour. Next it started to do this weird thing where it felt like it was buckling backward every time I walked downhill.
I tried running a fortnight following the injury (8km but it really hurt the next day) and did a bit of swimming on it, but realised I need to rest properly. I couldn’t even stretch it, or do the exercises I felt it needed to recover (gentle squatty type things). So I relaxed. The relax coincided with a holiday to Malaysia. Good news I guess; it’s hot as heck here and I’ve been doing lots of active hanging out with the kids which seems to help.
Anyway, today was the first time I felt I could really run. I managed a good 5k up the beach. Barefoot on the sand in the shadows of Mount Kinabalu. It was beautiful, restorative, slow and hot. Touch wood, I’m better now.