I woke up Wednesday morning with a pain in my right knee.
I don’t know where it came from, I don’t remember anything like that on Tuesday.
I immediately assumed I should stop running, and just do low impact things (like biking and aqua-jogging). Even biking hurt the knee. So did aqua-jogging.
This seemed very bad. I’d just (mostly) gotten over my last problem, had run one reasonable race, had signed up for a marathon, and then boom. I couldn’t do anything.
Biking hurt a lot. I decided to give it up.
To my surprise, using the elliptical was OK.
I tried walking, and found it didn’t hurt.
I ran across the street at stop-lights, and that didn’t hurt either.
Friday I walked 13 miles — my commuting, which I normally do by bike.
Saturday I ran a tempo workout and that didn’t hurt (and walked to pottery class, 6miles round trip).
I have just reread Three Men in a Boat, and recalled that when J., thinking he is dying, goes to visit his medical friend, the friend prescribes:
1pint bitter beer
1 ten-mile walk every morning
1 bed at 11pm sharp every night
And to J. this seems quite reasonable advice.
A 10 mile walk every morning, to keep fit.
Now-a-days that seems such a lot.
But back in 1889 people walked. J. thinks nothing of walking 4 miles into town to visit friends and then 4 back at the end of the evening.