Last Wednesday started like any other, with a busy morning followed by a lunch hour trip to the park with my dog Matilda. This was no leisurely trip to the park – we ran full sprints up (followed by slow trips down) a steep grassy hill eight times. You may think Bulldogs are slow, but she is fast! It was fantastic.
Fast forward several hours to Matilda’s before-bed walk. My fiancée Janet, Matilda and I were just turning a corner and heading for home when I felt my knee buckle and give way, resulting in a full-on wipeout.
After a painful hobble home, my knee had swelled to more than twice its size. Panic set in when I thought of the impact this injury could have on my running – as many of you know, I have recently taken up distance running with the goal of completing a half marathon in the near future – and even more importantly, my less-than-a-month-away wedding and Italian honeymoon. I was not a happy camper that night.
Two days later and still limping and in pain, I was able to get in to see a specialist, but unfortunately he was stumped and unable to figure out the problem. He prescribed me some anti-inflammatory meds and set me up with an MRI, which will likely be in a couple of months.
Today marks a week since my accident, and the good news is that after lots of icing and anti-inflammatories, my knee is feeling somewhat better. I’m still hobbling and limited in what I can do, but I am mobile. I also have some idea of what might have happened – I went to another doctor who thinks I may have re-aggravated an old injury I sustained at a part-time job as a teenager.
The tough thing for me at this point is to the thought of changing the direction of my fitness goals – I was really happy with my running progress and had just completed my longest run – 16 kilometres through rough terrain the weekend before.
But it got me thinking – there’s a lesson in this. I could sit here and do nothing or I could make the best of it and focus my energy on getting better. So I’ve stopped wishing that I could be running, and am focusing me efforts on physio – so I can at least dance at my wedding! – plus some upper body work in the gym.
Next time you come up against a hurdle in your own life, remember that although you can’t always control what happens, you can always control how you react.