Well, time to swallow my pride.

Two nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with spasms and pain in my left knee. On the side of the knee, on my illiotibial band. The spot I injured in my last race, forever ago.

I’ve been nursing it back to health, giving it everything I thought it needed to get better. Rest, strengthening, massages, stretching, more rest. Seven months of care and it’s still not healed. I’m up to 8-mile long runs, but those end with a wobbly, tired left leg.

I’m a little frustrated.

So the other night, as I lay in the dark, massaging the leg in question, I decided it was time to seek medical help. It’s time to be a runner again.