Then, shortly after writing that post, I left to pick my daughter up at daycare. As we were leaving, I bent over to tie her shoes, and POP! Then instant pain that brought me to the floor (with tears), and instant swelling of the knee. Then more pain. Awesome.
I came home, iced it, took some ibuprofen, and rested. Hoping it was really just a bad dream.
When I woke up this morning and the knee was still quite swollen and I was feeling discomfort, I knew that my plans for this weekend had changed.
Apparently the running gods are sending me a strong message. I will not be an Ultra Marathoner this weekend.
|check out that beauty of a swollen knee over here ^|
I'm calling it quits at this point. No GCI for me. I am bummed. More than bummed actually. There were lots of tears today. I had my little pity party. Now I just need to focus on getting better. And I WILL get better.
I do have an appointment with my primary care in the morning. I am fairly certain she will not be able to give me any answers and that I will be referred to a specialist. Which will mean more waiting. Of course.