I never thought I’d say this but I have a sports-related injury.
I have patellar tendinitis from, get this, RUNNING TOO MUCH.
Today was the beginning of week three of my 5k training (did I tell you I was doing that?). The first two weeks were awesome; I was overcoming challenges and not giving up when I felt tired like I used to do. The lazy and complacent old Lauren? That bitch is gone, y’all. The new Lauren LOVES to run. On Saturday I ran for three minutes without stopping just to see if I could handle the three-minute running intervals for this week’s training. Nailed it. Then on Sunday I decided to see just how long I could run without stopping. After five and a half minutes running at 5.5 MPH I decided to stop but I bet that I could have kept going.
Unfortunately, training six days a week has left my stupid almost twenty-eight year old knees sore and pissed off. My body isn’t used to this kind of physical activity and I guess I’m hitting it pretty hard and fast. Also, I don’t feel like the treadmill absorbs much of the impact from my weight.
All I know is that when I started the first three-minute run tonight I wasn’t sure if I would be able to finish it. The pain was only in my knees but it was awful. I kept running until I heard the ‘ding’ on my training app and then I slowed the fuck down. After running at five MPH slowing down to three felt like I was barely moving but even at that speed it still hurt.
I wanted to cry.
I didn’t finish today’s training routine but I did walk for the remaining twenty minutes at a steady 3.5 MPH. I felt defeated. My legs wobbled as I walked home and I was cold since I didn’t work up a sweat at the gym to keep me warm once I stepped outside.
After consulting with Dr. Google and self-diagnosing I popped some ibuprofen and relaxed on the sofa. So what if I have to take it easy for a few days? I’ll keep walking until I can run without pain. I’m not giving up this time.
So nice try, body. You may have slowed me down but you won’t hold me back.