I ran five miles Wednesday evening, with some knee tightness most of the way. I’ve been happy with the knee’s recovery since then. I feel it sometimes, especially when I’ve been sitting at my desk too long, and double-especially when I cross my good leg over my bad knee, something I’ve been trying my best to avoid. For the most part, though, I feel like my knee is slowly but surely healing up. Except of course for those moments when I feel like it’s never going to get better. Injuries are always like this for me.
I’ve been doing leg-strengthening exercises to try to firm up all the muscle groups supporting the knee. This sort of thing never helps with recovery or prevention, it’s just the sort of totemistic thing that runners do when they are hurt. It passes the time and lets you pretend to yourself that you are doing something useful. So I’m always lifting my leg or doing squats or walking on tiptoes or balancing on one foot or writing the alphabet with my toes. I’m the life of the party.