Don't talk to me anymore about running, I sold all my bibs for the next half marathons. 8 days ago I had a strange pain on my knee. But like everyone who runs, I often have pain that naturally goes away. And for once, I was smart and I reduced my sport. It was not enough because I tried to run today again, 2 km later I started to cry when I ran, I tried to think of something else but at each step, it burned, I stopped then, I walked. At that time I thought of tendinitis (the last tendinitis of my life was at 9 years old, I'm fragile only about my muscles and my stomach normally) Unfortunately I saw a dog, I have a very big phobia of dogs, I did a sprint. I heard a crack in my knee, and my leg can no longer bend, there is no sign outside, my knee is not bigger than the other so I have confidence in life. I eat chocolate on my bed, But this time I'm afraid to meet again the surgeon who last year told me "girls like you I saw them running, they were cute, but at 25 I had already operated their knees several times"
I feel this day as a little death,