No, this is a personal tale about my latest running injury that shelved me for nearly three months. It all started the week of October 8th. I finished a three mile run and as soon as I started to walk my right knee started popping. It was audible, pop, pop, pop. The knee popped and cracked the rest of the evening.
The next day I got up and the knee felt great. That night I went on another three mile run and the exact same thing happened. Day three and it was a repeat performance. The run went fine and then the knee started popping.
Day four after a nice four mile run my knee almost completely seized up after the run. It was stiff and sore. I started with the ice and Advil. I figured a week of rest and I could get back at it. When I gave it a go seven days later it felt like someone had shoved a knife under my knee cap.
I could tell after a couple of more weeks of rest that the knee wasn't going to get any better. I finally went to my orthopedic surgeon who had surgically repaired both of my Achilles tendons more than a decade before. The MRI showed a right knee with a minor tear in my meniscus. The surgery was set for November 30.
Surgeon Eduardo Gomez took about 45 minutes fixing the knee. I later found out that I have signs of arthritis in the knee, not unusual for a runner my age with almost 50 years of mileage under his belt. I was back at work three days after the surgery and was on an exercise bike that same day.
I did the usual round of physical therapy. I tried a short run the day after Christmas and it wasn't exactly an uplifting experience. The eliptical was my friend. I gave running a real go five weeks after the surgery. It was slow, slower than slow but I crushed two miles without anything that resembled real pain.
I consider myself lucky. Yes, I still feel the need to ice and Advil is always at the ready but I'm ready to start training again. I need to pick a goal, a half marathon or maybe, dare I say it, a marathon. But I will admit, at age 63 coming back from this surgery is a bear, much more difficult than the invasion abdominal surgery I had 15 years ago. Running an 11 minute mile is a slap in the face. I never thought I would get excited over the prospect of breaking 8 minutes in the mile. Getting old sucks!