For three nights I have walked so long that I come home nauseous. I don't care.
Ten years ago I injured my left knee. Sometime after everything changed last August, I realized it no longer bristled with pain when going up stairs. I figured it was responding to having less weight on it, took this as an awesome side effect, and forgot about it until this week, when I realized the quieter but more frequent little twinges were also gone.
Understand, these twinges are something I've lived with for ten years. Nearly every time I've been up or down stairs, sat, stood, knelt, flexed my knee in any way, I've felt the proof of the damage. No big deal, not enough to impair me, just enough to remind me.
So I couldn't quite believe it. So I did a dumb thing: I took curbs, stairs, and hills too hard and too fast, on purpose. I swerved mid-step and came down weird and hard on that leg, on concrete. Essentially I did everything I could do to give myself a bad knee (and when I realized this, I cut it out, don't worry Mike) - and this knee that has quietly complained for the past decade, do you know, I could not get that fucker to say one word.
