One year ago today, I woke up and knew that something was terribly wrong.
As I shifted in bed, I could sense that my right knee was out of alignment. I got up and was able to walk, but it was extremely painful, and my knee would collapse without warning.
I took some ibuprofen, elevated my leg, and put a bag of ice on it. I went to see a doctor, and he told me to continue this treatment.
Three days later my knee swelled to the size of a cantaloupe, and I had to borrow my mother-in-law’s cane to hobble around. The pain had intensified and made it hard to sleep.
I saw another doctor, and she referred me to an orthopedist who eventually ordered an MRI for me. It was almost a full 4 weeks until I knew what was wrong with my knee. The good news was that my ACL wasn’t torn as I feared. The bad news was that I had dislocated my kneecap.
One night I had to attend an event at an art museum, and I found it necessary to use a wheelchair.
There’s no other way to say it—being in a wheelchair sucks. People are hyper aware of you, and at the same time, you’re invisible. I eventually got tired of trying to maneuver around and sat in a corner alone until some friends rescued me. I felt sorry for myself until I realized that my situation was temporary—while for many others, a wheelchair is a permanent part of life.
For the next two months, I could only walk with crutches or a cane. One of the most depressing things about my injury is that it severely limited my ability to cook—for myself and for my husband and son. It sounds cliché, but I really didn’t realize how important cooking was to me until I could no longer do it.
It took 6 months of intensive physical therapy before I could walk normally again. Before I hurt my knee, I was very active. I went to the gym regularly and enjoyed running. I asked my orthopedist how long it would take before I could run again. He didn’t directly answer but said that I would “eventually” be able to run.
I was tired of being inactive and unhealthy. Encouraged by my physical therapist, I decided to try walking on the treadmill every day for 30 minutes even if it was at a slow pace. After a few weeks of this, I started the Couch to 5K running program. It takes a gradual approach to helping people train for a 5K. You complete 3 workouts a week for 2 months. Weeks 1-4 alternate between jogging and walking. Then during week 5, it gets serious.
Yesterday I had to run 2 miles without stopping. I wasn’t sure if I could do it. I decided to run by Seattle’s Alki Beach. The sun had set, inky darkness had descended, and a cold wind blew off Puget Sound. There were a few other people walking their dogs, but otherwise, it was just me and 2 miles of asphalt.
Running 2 miles in 28 minutes was probably my worst finish time ever. But being able to run again?
That was one of my personal bests.
The last two sentences are some of the best writing. Well said, Madeline. And congratulations on running 2 miles!
Thanks, Laura!
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