In the weeks following the race, I felt horrible. Beat up. Like I never recovered. I tried to follow reverse taper schedule, but instead of getting better, I was getting worse. A month after the marathon I attempted to race the 5K my school puts on every spring. I finished over 2 minutes slower than my normal 5K time and my knee swelled up like crazy. A week later I tried one more time to get in a decent run. I did three half mile repeats, and by the last one I couldn't walk on my right leg.
Back to the orthopedist. He suspected a torn meniscus. The MRI confirmed what I already knew.
So... here I am on the couch recovering from knee surgery. I'm a terrible patient. I can't stand lying around. My doctor says I can try running in about a month. A month. A month feels like forever, especially since I haven't run at all for three weeks. Granted, it's better than four months. That's what I keep telling myself.
Check out this quote I found today when I was bored out of my mind and reading medical journals on meniscus surgery (yeah, I'm a nerd.)
Dedicated seemingly beyond logic. A difficult group indeed.
