What do you complain about the most?

Right now, if you were to ask me what I would rather complain about, it would be my knee. Why I’m writing this, I really haven’t the foggiest, but in this short journal post, I’ll tell you why I’m constantly complaining about my knee.

It was November, and I was ready to tackle the world. In fact, in a matter of three days, I had run sixteen miles…I felt invincible. Yet, because of that, my knee swelled and ached something fierce.

So, after that, and carrying on into December, I was nursing my knee, and I’d only run when the pain had subsided enough to take on a 5K. Yes, after two successful winters of long distance running, so far, If were to take December and January into account, I don’t think I’ve ran twenty miles…and it’s frustrating. Still, during that period, if my knee didn’t ache too much, I’d go running.

Finally, one day, after hobbling out of my bed to use the toilet, I made a vow to myself: I’d stop exercising for one full month. That was on January eighth. Right now, my knee feels much better, and I’m eagerly awaiting February eighth.

Sometimes, because my knee feels better now, I wonder if a few miles would hurt. Yet, when I wake up, and when I flex my knee for the first time, although I don’t want to admit it, I realize that I need the entire month to heal.

March is usually my biggest month for running anyways. And, when contrasted to years past, although I probably won’t get fifty miles in, I’ll run a few 5Ks. And really, when you’re age fifty plus, it’s a gift to be able to do that.

Yes I know, this is yesterday’s prompt, but I had started it two nights ago and I really wanted to share it, so, being that I’ve fallen behind, today I’m in catch up mode. And this post is part of catching up.

Have an Excellent Day!!

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