Last week provided a surprise setback. Although the left metatarsal fracture is all but recovered, the right knee took an unexpected turn for the worse. A couple of walks to work with attempts to run a few yards proved that something is seriously amiss and has no intention of getting better by itself. Now, there is never a time when I'm not reminded of my decrepit state – in bed, on the bog, even walking has become uncomfortable, sitting gets more painful than before and driving, even before 'exercise', is almost unbearable.
The sports physio now suspects that perhaps it's not inflamed tendons after all. Exercise was prescribed for that, which provided my light at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps the crepitus (compromised cartilage / crunching knee, which has become noticeably worse since February) is the cause of the pain after all. Anything that exacerbates it is not advised. That's very bad. It's as good as 'confinement to quarters' for someone whose life is getting out and being active.
I await a second consultation with the knee surgeon on 21st May for a reassessment. First time around he said there was nothing for him to treat and recommended physiotherapy. That isn't working. Let's hope he finds something the second time and can perform a miracle on me, or else Calderdale Hike 2010 may have been my swansong.
Once more, all energetic locomotion involving my own two feet is off-limits for the foreseeable future. Unsurprisingly I suffered my third major low towards the end of last week. Since I will have little to report, this blog will tend to die a death. However I do hope to travel up to The Fellsman next week to help out, take pictures and see the group I was to have run with. I'll see you soon Stuart, Chris, Danny, Mark and Matt.