I’ve told you that I’ve been having little aches and pains lately. (Besides the message-from-God near foot breaking). The most prominent has been a nagging pain in my right knee. Nothing to put me out of commission, just something to remind me that jogging is not forever.
And that’s a problem. I am no longer dieting, I’m maintaining my weight with exercise and portion sensibility. (Plus, I don’t binge eat bags of chips or gallons of ice cream like I used to). It’s working quite well, so far. I’m nearing a year on the plan, and I’m still near my target weight, look, and health. I’m highly motivated to be the exception to Kat‘s rule that most don’t keep the weight off for more than three (or is it two?) years.
I actually had a woman I hardly know tell me in passing that I look “fantastic”. My brain refuses to accept this (I don’t get compliments like that), but it does tell me I’m on the right track.
Anyway, yesterday, for the first time, I used a knee brace, because I have to keep working out, because I have to prove Kat wrong. I really like the knee brace. I didn’t feel any pain at all. I win!
Well, not so fast. I wake up this morning, and I have the same twinging pain. On my other knee.
If I have to go back to dieting, I shall certainly weep. I am a very stubborn man, so I will get another knee brace, and look like a female high school soccer player.
Getting old is no fun at all. But, I will not stop running until the Dr makes me, or my legs collapse. Which, at this point, is highly likely.