I haven't been to the gym in a week now. My left knee has been bothering me for a couple of weeks, and of course, my riding marathon didn't help, but I've had bad knees as long as I can remember. I've literally shredded the meniscii in both knees and mostly I can live with it.
Nebalee thinks I'm at a point where my fitness level exceeds my body's ability. It sort of makes sense - I'm cardiovascularly and muscularly fit enough to hit the gym five times a week, including boot camp, but my joints aren't liking it. She ran into the same problem with her foot while training for a half-marathon. I'm actually to the point in my workouts with El Poquito Diablo, that I'm leaving the training sessions frustrated because I can only give about 80% due to my knee. If I don't get something figured out soon, I'm going to go nuts.
I'm tired of living on Advil and sleeping with ice packs on my knees (let me tell you how sexy that is); I'm tired of getting up from any position gingerly; I'm tired of *having* to wear tennis shoes.
I actually planned on going to the gym today, knee be damned.
But my GI tract had other plans. My running today consisted mainly of from the bed or couch to the bathroom. I'm not certain that counts as exercise.
Maybe I can make it to the gym on Thursday.