It's taken me over a year to get back into a running routine after being told I have an arthritic knee. I'm amazed that I'm pounding the pavements at all to be honest.
The intensity of the pain when the arthritis first kicked in was often tearful.
"Get back on the road"
...was the not very helpful advice from my physiotherapist.
I stuck with the daily stretching routine, but decided to retire from running. The tedium of stretching miraculously led to the pain disappearing.
Time to buy a new pair of running shoes.
I've been an obsessive runner for almost a quarter of a century now. That's probably what led to my knackered knee.
It's an addiction that is both physical and spiritual.
NEVER TRUST A HIPPIE, etc.
And so I'm taking the first few steps back into going on the run once again. The weekly @bwparkrun around the beauty of Brockwell Park has been a great re-introduction.
I love the collective unity in 250 runners pacing one another around the contours of Brockwell every Saturday morning. I've stumbled upon a new running partner, Natalie, who paces me to perfection.
Or is it the other way around?
We peaked with our PB's a couple of weeks back. To trail in two seconds past our PB's the following week was a relief. We've hit peak running. It's all downhill from here.
The King of Clap'ham Run from back in the day has also returned. I've even got ambitious plans for a Transpontine Trek taking in both Brockwell and the means streets of SW4.
I'm happy just to be able to plod along once again. I felt particularly strong during the run this morning. The arthritic tears have led me to appreciate the fragility of an ageing frame.
Sky diving can wait.