A couple of weeks ago, I
mentioned briefly in passing devoted a whole blog post to the subject of my knee, which was throwing a wobbly. The upshot of this was that I promised faithfully that I would seek out a physio to ask for advice. I don’t want to put my April marathon in doubt, after all.*
When I met Fortnight Flo on New Year’s Eve, she asked what the physio had said. Sheepishly, I confessed that I hadn’t made an appointment. The look on her face said it all, so today I summoned up my courage, rang up the physio and made an appointment for Friday afternoon.
The physio’s parting shot when I said “of course my knee isn’t actually hurting at the moment, does that matter?” was “not at all, but if I were you, I wouldn’t run on it until Friday, when we’ll have worked out what the problem is”.
Now, I’m fully intending to follow the physio’s advice to the letter once he’s assessed me and given me his verdict** but do I, or do I not pay attention to his instruction not to run until Friday? I mean, since the pre-Christmas flare up, I’ve run 5 parkruns, one 11 mile race and climbed up umpteen steps, all without incident.*** So would three small runs around the block in the spirit of Janathon really be so harmful?
*Actually, this is a lie. I very much want an excuse that will get me out of having to train for this. I just don’t want it to be self-inflicted injury because where’s the fun in that?
**This is another lie. If it involves skipping parkruns, all bets are off.
***And another. It did flare up mildly after the first of those parkruns, but since then, nothing!