I don’t run. I can’t run. I shouldn’t run. I have asthma, Ehlers-Danlos, chondromalacia, arthritis, a murmur, & tachycardia. Running, even jogging, isn’t recommended for me. Actually, that’s putting it mildly. A more accurate statement would be: pretty much any doctor, physical therapist, or other medical professional would rather I be murdered than have me running or jogging. The same goes for how my parents feel about it & how my body feels about this. So I don’t run.
Except I did.
Because I’m a lot more competitive than I usually will admit to being, I decided I wanted to beat my time from my walk earlier in the afternoon.1 I decided it would be totally safe to jog a total of three or four feet. No big deal, right? Anyone can do that.
I. Was. Wrong.
I didn’t fall. I’m pretty sure I didn’t tear anything. I didn’t stroke out or have a heart attack or an asthma attack. My knee is a little bit swollen & red. It’s not really sore or anything. Just some overuse. I’ll take the day off from walking tomorrow or I’ll do some short walks—something that will let me recover.
I need to remember that I have to be careful with my body, even when I’m feeling super-competitive.
And I totally did. ↩