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Wednesday,
May 10, 2006

Ah, the joys of getting older

Around the first of the month, I seem to have done something interesting to my knees. I first noticed this when they started screaming at me like groupies at an Aerosmith concert, and the handfuls of NSAIDs I kept gulping might as well have been M&Ms for all the good they did.

So I waited until my knees felt better (which required a muscle relaxant -- that should've tipped me off right there) -- then got back on the reclining bike a couple of nights later. By the nect morning, I was hobbling around like Magic Max because my right knee hurt like a motherfucking bitch, and my left wasn't much better. Turned out to be patello-femoral pain -- means I screwed up the kneecap somehow due to weakness in my quads, and my kneecap was wandering all over the place as a result.

The only way to treat this is RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation), which meant I wound up sitting in the recliner, legs up, an ice pack and Ace bandage on the worst knee, leg up. Whee. All of which means I can't getting back on the reclining bike until the quads are in better shape.

Since the reclining bike was Off Limits, I decided to use the crosstrainer for my next aerobic session. Oh. My. GOD. My ass was kicked all over the weight room, and it was a GOOD asskicking. The only problem about working out by myself is that I forget I need to shake up my routine every so often when I plateau out on one machine. I'd definitely plateaued on the reclining bike -- that selfsame plateau is way, WAY off in the far distance on the crosstrainer.

And yes, I'm hobbling around like a little Serbian grandmother this morning, but it's a different sort of hobbling, dammit, and I'm going straight back on the mother tonight, so there.