Pounding the concrete pavement five days a week isn't good for your knees.
I didn't know that until about two weeks ago, when my right knee started hurting with every little step. My plans to begin training for a half marathon went out the window as I sulked on the couch with an icepack. "First shin splints, and now my knees are going out. I think I'm dying," I said to my dad.
As it turns out, I wasn't dying, and my knee finally seems to be better. I got up early this morning and went to replace my Brooks with a brand new pair. In pink, no less. From there, I headed to the gym to test out my new shoes. Slowly, slowly, I made it to three miles without even a hint of knee pain.
I'm back, baby. Just in time for the first day of my half marathon training plan.