I haven't been cycling half as much as I would like to this Summer (busy work, young son, pregnant wife, poorly knee) but I am still gleefully surprised at the way I look when dressed in just shorts. I caught sight of myself this morning and, for the first time in years, thought I look an ok shape for a man of my age and life habits. Philippa caught me checking myself out in the mirror and said 'Jesus, why don't you get a room with yourself?' but I am pretty sure she is as impressed as I am. How could she not be?
Sticking with my body for a while longer - my knee is starting to feel almost-but-not-quite back to the way a healthy human knee should feel. I don't know if I ever told you, but it was diagnosed as a damaged MCL. I didn't know what a Medial Collateral Ligament does, but it sounded important, so I looked it up. One of the first things that I read told me that it is a very common injury among elite sportsmen, so I started to call it 'an MCL sprain' so it sounded more sporty. The issue with them is that they don't get much blood flow, so they take quite a while to repair themselves, so it's been lots of elevations, gentle exercises, and a combination of cold packs and hot water bottles, applied in rotation, to aid the healing process. It still feels odd, and if I catch my foot on something and jolt the inside of me knee it makes me yelp like a scalded puppy, but it's better than it was, and I'm getting there.RC 6-8-22
No comments:
Post a Comment