I haven't been at home much the last couple of days. Work was mostly to blame for my absence, but I also had an appointment with an osteopath Monday evening.
I almost missed my appointment because of problems with the tram traffic. I had to jump off the tram when it changed its route and ran down to my connecting bus, a kilometre or so away. As I was approaching my bus stop, I saw the bus coming from a distance and ran as fast as I could, knowing that, if I missed it, I'd be late for my appointment. I made it just in time, with a knee that didn't like the slow-ish pace I'd started running in, but preferred the run-like-hell one I finished with. I myself was pretty happy that it wasn't worse than that, after the torture I put it through last Saturday. I also couldn't help remembering that it was just when I went running to catch the bus that I was inflicted with this runner's knee.
10 minutes later, I walked into the osteopath clinic and into an oasis of calm, a sharp contrast to the rain and traffic chaos outside. Celine's heart was going on and on, and the room was candlelit. I collapsed into an armchair with 5 minutes to spare. It was as if I'd been holding my breath, and now I could finally breathe out. I hadn't had such a treatment before, so I was curious to see what was coming. I was in for a shock. My body was twisted in all sorts of ways, my bones groaning and creaking like an old ship, but I was ultimately relieved to get rid of any lingering stiffness. The verdict was that I'm not as flexible on the right hip (same side as the Bad Knee) as I am on the left. The pain I have in my lower back probably plays into it, too. Stretching, massage and icing is what I need to work with. No magic recipes; just hard work.
Today is going to be a difficult day for me, and I'll be glad when it's over. I know I've hinted at other things going on in my life right now than just my knee, things that aren't fun to think about, and I'm sorry that I can't go into details. I'm not trying to be mysterious or dramatic; they're too personal to write about, yet they have a huge impact on the things I do write about. So there is this huge elephant in the room, but I can only talk about the peanut shells on the floor. But it's kind of why I was so overjoyed that Göteborgsvarvet went as well as it did: a happy thought to hang onto when things get shitty. Some proof that this old body of mine is not out for the count just yet. A mini triumph in the face of adversity.
I appreciate all the comments you have left on this blog and on Facebook with regards to Göteborgsvarvet, they mean a lot to me. I will get back to all of you as soon as possible, hopefully sometime this evening. Thank you!