TOTALLY not freaking out. Just, you know, maybe spending some time on this website.
It started innocently: some very mild (very mild) pain behind my right knee. I couldn't even discern exactly where it was coming from, let alone whether it was a muscular pain, tendonitis, one of those mystery bruises I tend to get, or what. It was just these little fleeting "oh, hey" sensations that came at random, coupled with a mild tenderness if I pressed on the area. I swear, I would have stopped running if it had gotten bad enough to warrant treatment.
Then it turned into calf tightness. Like, ouch. That lasted about a week. So I started stretching.
Then, Sunday, it turned into knee pain. At the top of the knee, only the right leg. It's fine when the leg is straight or bent at a right angle, but when I try to hyperextend it out in front of me it's uncomfortable. Same when I'm going from straight to bent and I bend it past roughly 50º. It's still not severe - just emphatic.
I'm still monitoring it, and I'll be incorporating "stork stretch" into my routine, it sounds like. And perhaps reconsidering the Karhus, if it doesn't get better.
Getting old blows. And I'm only 32.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"