The volume of pain in my knee, from which I’ve been suffering for quite a long time, has dissipated to barely a whisper, so this morning, I did something that I have not done in nearly two years: I went out for a pre-dawn power walk.
When I was at my best I could do three miles through my neighborhood in about 45 to 50 minutes — pretty good for someone my age. Then life circumstances and a bum knee made that all but impossible.
Three months of acupuncture and an anti-inflammation diet has turned the pain around.
This morning I woke up at the hideous hour of ONE o’freaking clock in the morning and could not go back to sleep. I read for several hours, tried to go back to sleep and then finally gave up. I decided it was high time I got back to exercising. I was out the door at 5:15 in my ratty but still serviceable trainers. I decided to start small: one pass on the one-mile circuit I had mapped out two years ago.
I powered along in great spirits because I was not feeling any pain in my knee. Until — sigh — I was a few yards from my front door when that familiar stab of pain went screaming at full volume through my knee. I slowed my gait to that of a snail with a hangover.
It took 21 minutes to walk one mile.
I am not discouraged though. Right now my knee is not hurting, and I intend to put some heat on it in few minutes to make sure it stays that way. And I have an appointment with the acupuncturist tomorrow and he’ll fix things right up.
Small steps, sweetie, small steps. You’ll get there.