Saturday I went for my first run since surgery and I was so excited! My old running shoes felt fresh on my feet and I made sure that I looked clean and sharp. I did a lot of stretching to get my knee to feel somewhat normal. Then, the bird was released from the nest: I took off down the street.
My legs couldn’t remember the mechanics and I’m sure I looked disabled, but I tried my best. 10 mailboxes in, my knee began to hurt around my kneecap and it kept getting worse, so at 20 mailboxes I stopped to walk and then turned around to walk home. I pounded into my house while wincing.
Why did I assume I’d be able to start kicking out miles right away? I was so disappointed. I felt like I had been beaten by my own body. Later, I talked to my cross country coach and he told me its going to hurt but I have to do it and I have to start small. So tomorrow, My goal is to reach 30 mailboxes!
The greatest thing possible, soccer-wise, just happened. My team is merging with the team that a bunch of our players switched to!! Oh how I missed my fellow “originals”
