What sounds like an amplified washing machine and jackhammer operating in symphony?
It’s been a full month since I’ve done any exercise. Not exactly what you’d expect on a blog about fitness and triathlons.
I started having trouble running in May, with occasional, nagging knee pain. It wasn’t anything serious, and I thought I just needed a break. I kept my runs short and infrequent. Sometimes my knee would hurt, and I’d stop and walk, or cut my run short. It rarely hurt after I’d finished a run- maybe only once.
Then on June 5th I ran a 6 mile relay leg.
The pain kicked in and never stopped.
After several days of not being able to walk, I knew it was time for a doctor’s visit.
The report: possible meniscus tear
The prescription: 100% rest & ice
The follow-up: come back in 2 weeks if it still hurts
Well, after last week’s beach trip, I finally waved the white flag and headed back to the doctor.
I had 2 choices: sit around and wait for it to get better, or get an MRI.
As much as I didn’t want to, I chose option B.
So yesterday I spent the afternoon getting an MRI done of my knee.
The sign sounded like a promising place to go for a running injury….but really, it was just an empty building with this in the back:
A mobile MRI trailer. Who knew?
MRIs are loud, obnoxious, and take a lot longer than an x-ray, but are completely painless and not a big deal when it really comes down to it. You lie on a table that slides into a big cylinder that makes a ton of noise- so much that they give you ear plugs. If it weren’t so noisy it might actually be relaxing.
Of course the tech wasn’t allowed to tell me what she saw, but I asked to see the pictures anyways. It’s always cool to see your insides! (I really wanted to take a picture but, as expected, that was frowned upon.)
With my expert radiologic knowledge, I diagnose myself as tear free!!
Haha. But really, I know what a bad tear looks like and I didn’t see anything, so I’m hoping it’s either nonexistent or reallllllly small. I’m still supposed to be resting until Monday- let’s hope I can make it. I’m bored, restless, and frustrated that I’m completely untrained for my next triathlon in 7 weeks, but I know 6 more days isn’t going to kill me. I’d rather rest for 6 more days than delay healing any longer. But still….sigh.
Nothing like injuries to make you appreciate what you’re able to accomplish with your body. Amazing, huh?