Ouch!

Now to a painful (literally) subject.

I've b*gg*r*d my knee up and don't know if I'll be able to run my half marathon next month. Which is deeply depressing.

It's not even a running-related injury. Our last day on the beach I twisted it climbing rocks with the kids. The next day (the day we left) it was incredibly painful, and got even more so the day after (the children found the sight of Mummy hopping down the stairs on the ferry to get to the car deck very amusing). It felt as though something in the knee had 'popped' - not a good feeling.

I've spent the last week trying (unsuccessfully) not to worry that I'll never be able to run again (yes, overreaction, I know, but when something has become so important to you...).

But this morning I ran a tentative 5 km and the knee felt fine. I still don't think it'll stand up to a long run just yet, so the half may still be out of the question (I'll not run it if I'm not fully fit, that would be stupid), but at least I can still run. Thank goodness. I felt like I was 'furring up', both physically and mentally, this week.

It's very disappointing, though, to have done so much training and then not be able to do the run. Looking on the bright side, the point of enrolling for the race was to make me get out and get fit, and I've achieved that aim. So it's not been a waste. It's just damned depressing.

Oh well, there are people far worse off than me. At least I can still be a runner.