The last month I have been fighting some knee pain. I could usually warm up and it would fade, then run through the pain if it returned. I wasn't too worried about it. Then on one longer run a few weeks ago it got really bad. I decided to take a week off. By the end of the week it had filled with fluid and was really stiff. I decided to go to the doctor. Bad news. He told me it was bad. That I shouldn't run anymore. Not my race coming up* not the full marathon in July, and maybe not anymore in general. I won't get into the details, but I was devastated. I cried all the way home.
Then I went to see the specialist the next week. It was the same guy that replaced my ACL when I tore it skiing/playing volleyball in high school. He is really great. He gave me hope...but said I needed to surgery to remove some cartilage and explore further problems. So that is my day tomorrow. I am not at all concerned about the actual procedure. Recovery to normal activities will be quick. But the fact that best case scenario I am running again in 6 months...that terrifies me. I know there are other forms of exercise I will be able to do. But its not running. Like I said, I don't run to exercise. I take fun classes to exercise. I run to stay grounded. I run to be me. I run for self confidence. I run to test myself. I run to push myself.
I know it could be worse. I know it will be ok. But tonight? Tonight I am a scared mess.
*This race was something I was so looking forward to. I was running it with bff Mare. The first one we were going to do together since 2009. I have heard it is a really fun course, and Mare is about one of the only people I enjoy running with. I am glad we got a few training runs in together before I had to call it quits. Still so sad to be missing it this weekend.
Mare and I after our half in 2009













