This stupid disease that I live with sucks. It sucks slimy monkey shit. Most days I can function at about 85% to 90% of my pre-arthritis levels. Most days. Don't get me wrong, I NEVER am able to forget I have arthritis. EVER. There is always something that hurts. On my good days, those joints are easily pushed to the back of my awareness. (Over 20 years with this disease, you learn to do that) That being said, it makes it really difficult to accurately assess what is typical joint pain to be ignored and what is injury that needs addressing.
I started out today with hopes of attempting a longer run, almost 4 miles. The route is mostly flat bike trails. I walked for about 10 minutes to warm up, like I normally do. I started out running and got the normal complaining from my knees. They usually warm up after about 50 yards or so. The strange thing was that I absolutely could NOT find my stride. I wasn't settling into the run like I normally do.
After about a mile, I started to get shooting pain up both sides of my left leg. Seemed like it was originating above the ankle. Maybe in a tendon or muscle? Not sure (I'm a joint expert, not a muscle expert!) I started alternating walking and jogging, about 2 minute intervals was all I could manage.
I cut the run short only going just over 3 miles. I kept pushing though, because I'm stubborn that way. I continued to walk/run as much as I could tolerate, walking the better part of the last mile. By the time I got home, I was hurting.
The frustrating part is this douchebag I live with. I call him Arthur Rheuminopolous. I have lived with him in varying degrees of activity for 25 years. I have refused to surrender, medicated heavily and keep an active lifestyle. In a nutshell, I haven't given in to my disease. Days like today, however, remind me how much I put up with. I really have to step back and evaluate every nuance of the signals that my body is sending me. Then I have to focus on not favoring one foot too bad for fear of throwing other joints into a tailspin. I tell ya, it sucks. Bad. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Ok, truth be told, I may wish that a 'Healthy' could have it for a day, just so they truly understand what it is like to live with chronic, invisible pain.
So, I'm off to ice my leg and hope that it is just Arthur being his normal prick-ish self and not an injury. I suppose it is time to bring my rheumatologist on board my training program too. Boy, this sucks.