Old injuries never really heal. They just lie dormant, just beneath the surface, waiting to catch you at an unsuspecting, inconvenient moment.
I learnt this, hard, that day I worked at the kayaking rental, and yesterday, after I did my first crack climb. That day I went kayaking, I think somehow the weight of the boats I was hauling somehow put too much strain on my knees, such that by the end of my shift, I was limping pretty heavily again. While my knee did feel better after a night’s rest, climbing and all that scrambling up and down the boulders the next day did not do help ease the discomfort. It’s gotten better again, somewhat back to normal, but I can almost feel it lurking nearby, ready to rear its ugly head again with the next jolt, fall or just about anything really.
Then yesterday, I tried crack climbing at Climb On. It felt awesome, to be shimmying in up the wall by jamming my hands and feet into the fissures. But I guess the way that I’d squished my feet into the crevice one stacked on top of the other put unnatural strains on them. When I got off the wall, I realized almost immediately, much to my dismay, that my old foot sprain (from just when I’d picked up climbing last October) was back again to haunt me.
Been massaging it since last night, and today, I was able to run across the streets pretty normally. Still, it doesn’t feel quite right yet, and I suspect, never will.
I guess Mike would know. Poor sod triggered an old injury again, and looks set to sit out on our planned climbing trip this weekend. Which is a great pity, since we were all looking forward to head down to Kentucky. Goodness knows what terrible luck I’ve had with Kentucky. I’ve tried four times now to climb there, but was thwarted all four times because of work, work, rain, and rain. Looks like I’ll chalk up another unsuccessful trip this week…
Hehe, on a completely random note, this pic cracked me up. Just thought I’d share it with you.
And my knee’s bothering me again. Argh.