Monday I went for a 3-mile run with some rolling hills at a really easy pace. I was debating going at all (I've kind of sounded like Darth Vader for the last few days with some weird throat thing). Against perhaps my better judgment, I donned my Nike running tights, iridescent blue sunglasses, lone surviving Spiderman glove, and hit the pavement.
By the time I finished, my left knee was feeling a little sore and stiff, which seemed odd. I hadn't fallen, tripped, or hurdled anything. Half an hour after finishing, I was having trouble bending it, and couldn't get in and out of my car without serious pain. After an incredible BBQ lunch, I went home, hit the couch with my Ibuprofen 800 (runner's best friend) and ice pack. I stretched out really well, which eased the stiffness, and decided I'd head to the evening spin class at my gym to loosen up a bit more. I kept low resistance--although it really didn't matter since that was the lamest spin class I've ever been to--and my knee felt loads better. It was more ice and Ibuprofen when I got home, but as the night wore on, my knee got significantly worse and I resigned myself to yet another doctor's appointment.
Long story short: Tuesday morning, the doc relieved my worst fears--I hadn't torn anything. But I was walking with a serious limp, but I'm still on a regimen of ice and Ibuprofen with a little physical therapy thrown in the mix. Though I'm improving quickly, the doc suggested I lay off running for probably two weeks (MOAN). I'm hoping I'll be like new by Wednesday next week, when I get back from a Ph.D. program scouting trip to North Carolina!