When I ran the Soldier Field 10 Miler in May, a lady at the massage table who was working on my leg suggested I might want to get an MRI. I told her how my knee had locked up late in the run and she said she heard some clicking. So with the Chicago Marathon and the Monster Half Marathon behind me, I finally got the MRI I've been putting off.
I opted to get both knees scanned, even though the problem child has been my left knee. My right knee is beginning to feel like my left knee did once upon a time when this all started. My theory is that my body has been compensating for whatever is wrong with my left knee. Turns out I might be on to something.
The guy who did my MRI -- I don't know if he is a doctor or a technician -- isn't allowed to give an official diagnosis. But let's face it, he sees these day in and day out. He asked me what I did for a living. When I told him I work in IT, he asked if I ran marathons. As in plural. Because we both knew that it would take more than one to do the type of damage that he is seeing and I'm feeling.
So this might be the end of my running days. But it could also be the beginning of another Runner Renaissance. Maybe I get scoped and with some therapy, I run better than ever. Or maybe that's it. Maybe my running career truly, finally comes to an end.
If that's what happens, then okay. If I must sit on the sidelines, then all right. Because I'll always have my Personal Bests. My 1:33 half marathon, my 31 minute Shamrock Shuffle (8k) and my 3:30 marathon times.Those can never be taken away from me.
I was only supposed to run one marathon. Get it off my Bucket List and then get on with my life. But my ego made me go back and try again. But I also made a lot of friends on the journey and that is the true victory.