Kneeds

So this past Sunday my run didn't go as planned. And when I write that, I mean I sat down on the curb and quickly gave up. It would appear that running four miles with knee pain is difficult. Last week shin splints. This week knee pain. I'm wondering if this is karma, or the universe telling me that my enthusiastic chubby self should look into horizontal running. Whilst watching Downton Abbey. That kind. Does anyone give out medals for that?

On a positive note, the pain isn't sharp or excruciating. And after some rest and ice, it's actually feeling a lot better. I DO in fact have a brace, I just tend to not use it. Because it isn't really all that sexy. But when it comes down to it, nothing about the way I run is sexy. So it would appear this week I am bracing it up and going a little slower. I think my body was being persnickety about the increase in mileage. I'm spending tonight giving it a peace offering of wine in exchange for compliance. Not that I need an excuse to drink wine. 

This week I am keeping my mileage stable, doing two, three, and then four miles. Probably walking more than usual. Most likely slower than usual. Definitely with the same disdain as per usual. I am typically a hedonist, just doing what I want most of the time. It works. And I don't usually WANT to run. However, this hedonist WANTS to have run. And wants the medal. And the snazzy shirt. 

Although, maybe after this half, I might become passionate about biking. Or swimming. Or something else that results in endorphins and medals. (Get your minds out of the gutter. There aren't medals for that. I checked.) (I then also deleted my internet history.)