Yesterday, I ran farther than I’ve ever ran in my life. I don’t consider myself a runner, but I run often enough. I probably average running about 2-4 miles a week…

So, about five months ago, I was rock climbing with my friend, Steve, at night, in the dark, at Devil’s Lake State Park, in Wisconsin. I peeled off of this boulder, landed on a sloping, rain-soaked slab, and proceeded to tweak my knee. I didn’t hear anything pop or tear, but it felt weird. It wasn’t sore at all.

Fast-forward.

I’ve been in mild discomfort (because of my knee) since about one month after the original injury. I went to an ortho-sports-med guy, who took X-rays and an MRI, and everything looked normal. He said to give the knee about a month or two, but I should fully recover – no problem.

Now to present-day.

I ran 6.4 miles yesterday, on the Illinois Prairie Path, which runs right by my apartment. At about the 4 mile marker, my knee started screaming at me. The pain started to trickle up and down the outside of my leg, radiating from the knee. I told my knee to shut up and continued to run.

So, here I sit with a pretty stiff knee; it’s pretty sore. It’s not swollen. But, as of this morning, I could only walk on it for about a block before it started to throb.

Well, more on the knee later, I suppose. Until I can see the doc again (I have an appointment on 11/11), I guess I’ll just have to deal with it – any that Hot Chocolate 15k run I’m signed up to do on 11/6…