The knee felt great. On Sunday, I ran a half mile warmup before lifting some weights. So, on Monday, it made sense to run five miles. On concrete.
I then proceeded to limp for the next two days. But I listened to the advice I give my patients: If you can't walk, then get in the pool. So I got in the pool and I stretched and I swam.
The knee still aches, but it's better. I know I need to not run for at least two weeks. And this bums me out, and I could sit and stew on it and be mad.
Or I can look at it in a more positive way: Here are all these days when I would have run, and now I have the opportunity to do something else.
Yesterday, I climbed up and down Sepulveda Boulevard for an hour on my bike. That was fun. Tomorrow morning I'm swimming in the open water. On Sunday, a friend and I are doing a dance class.
It's all in how you look at things. Were it not for an injured foot six years ago, I would have never dusted off my old mountain bike and I certainly never would have jumped into the pool to brush up on my freestyle stroke, and I never would have done my first triathlon, let alone the Ironman that I completed less than three weeks ago.
I can't run. But there's so much else that I CAN do.