Small victories to big pains

See, I had this plan to do my whole running schedule while on vacation. I thought it would be a good way to get in the running mindset. Besides, I'd be running in Washington and in New York, and I'd probably need to run away from muggers and rapists anyhow, which would add an extra challenge.

Surprisingly, I was able to do about 80% of my runs, including a wicked 7 mile run in Washington. And I didn't die! It was beautiful - I ran along the Mall, past the Washington monument, and high-fived Barack. Did I mention I didn't die? My heart didn't stop/explode out of my chest? My legs continued to work when I was done, which was also astounding.

Of course, with great success comes great, uh, pain? At first my ankle started to really hurt, but that went away as quickly as it came. So I thought I was home free (what does that mean? Home free? That my mortgage is paid off?). But then my little knee, which has carried me through hundreds of fitness classes, thousands of kms of walking and biking, and many hours of dancing, decided it was not impressed with me and filed notice to cause me pain and suffering while going down stairs, running, and just generally moving. I now hobble along like a demented, three-legged bear, scaring small children in the process.

And so, I may have to rest up for the next week, forgoing running, and instead spending lots of time on my couch with ice on my knee, watching endless pirated episodes of "Paris Hilton's new best friend's new boyfriend's small dog's food preferences."