The body is an amazing thing. Though my knee still hurts and is clicking and snapping when I walk, it's not in constant pain like it was on Sunday. Two days of rest have really helped, and I especially noticed a difference in each morning when I woke up.
I told my husband this morning, sort of tongue-in-cheek, that I'm glad I have my sports medicine appointment tomorrow, before it gets a chance to get too much better. Seriously, though, I don't want to ignore this, as I need to know what's going on to be sure that I'm not doing something that will cause me to re-injure myself and that I do whatever I need to be doing to make it stronger in the long term.
The picture here (excuse the awkward selfie, but I wanted to show the dress, the American Rag Striped A-Line Dress, another Gwynnie Bee favorite (affiliate link)) was taken on Friday, before I messed up my knee. Over the weekend, I had those two formal events, where I got dressed up and felt glamorous. I bought the cute dress I'm wearing in the picture because it seemed so fun for warm weather. I had been feeling very happy and confident and looking forward to a great summer. On Sunday, after I injured myself, I felt instantly very sad, and I was moody and grouchy for a lot of yesterday -- I felt like all my hopes for the summer and were a pipe dream, that every time I got a little momentum, something bad happened. It wasn't far from there to fears about getting older, blah, blah, blah.
I'm feeling physically better today and my mood is lifting. I will say, though, that my mornings feel empty without a workout. It throws off my whole routine. But it's raining outside, and it's quite cozy in here with my little cat on my lap and some time to catch up on friends' blogs. Life isn't so bad.
Here's hoping the doctor has some good news for me. But I'm hoping that I have finally learned my lesson about pushing myself too far when I don't feel right. Skipping a run is better than not being able to walk.