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Week 24: Backwards and Forwards

This week didn't start that well. My Sunday run was great, and I finally achieved that runner's high people go on about - I was running towards a side path and decided to head down it as a detour, then carried on to the weir where I started, and only stopped when I got to the bridge, not because I was out of breath. Also, my heart rate never got above 120, and mostly just stayed put at 110.

That was the good part. However at one point during the run my left knee just gave way. I didn't fall, and it did then recover, but it was quite disconcerting. I focused on my stride and footfall, and tried to push off more with my toes and it seemed fine.


Monday morning I had a bad day, with a load of annoyances at work that set me on edge, and then I went to the physio. I was tense, and sore, and hadn't slept well. I had overdone the exercises and stretches, so my shoulder was irritated. I mentioned my knee, and he warned that we could be opening a whole can of worms, but he examined it.

The verdict? Most probably a meniscus tear. And running may not be a good idea for me. Well. That  sucks.

He backpedalled a little and said that he would give me some knee exercises to do on Friday, to see if that helps. Then he got stuck into my shoulder, and it hurt. Everything was tight and sore, and that biceps tendon that has given me trouble since this happened got stuck again and really hurt. He tried getting into my upper back, and all that was tight and sore as well. Not a great day, really.  I did the NHS knee exercises session when I got home, so hopefully that will help strengthen the area as well.

Tuesday I was on better form, and had had a better night's sleep, so I went to the gym and did quite a bit. I started with the resistance bands and really pulled my shoulder up. Then I was brave and attempted to adjust the rings (I didn't know how to do it, which is always daunting in the middle of a gym - turns out it's really easy and they just slide through a brace/lever thing that you then lock back down. So I pushed through the rings a bit and got my shoulders moving.

The airbike was quite good, and I managed 15 minutes this time, and probably could have gone to 20 except that I decided to push my bravery a little further and do the incline rowing, which meant I had to venture into the testosterone free weights area and also adjust a bench....still, it was quiet and I figured I should just go for it.

Turns out it was easy to adjust the bench (it just lifts like a sunbed and has the same sort of metal bar / teeth mechanism underneath), so I did the inelegant squat thing and focused on form with the 2kg weights. I think they are probably too light, so will try 3 or 4 next time.

Then back to the rings and resistance bands to stretch my arms and shoulders back out. There was no swiss ball that I could see so I couldn't do the roll out stretch, but I did manage 10 minutes on the treadmill after that.

My knee felt ok, and so today I did Pilates again (not the one I usually do, I did this one Pilates 10 Minute Rapid Results  - well, mostly, some of the core exercises I couldn't do! )

Tomorrow I'm back to the gym, same deal as Tuesday but maybe a little more treadmill and a little more bike. 20 minutes bike and 15 minutes treadmill seems like a good goal. And maybe I'll try the lat pulldown machine.

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