Knee Pain = FAIL

So Sunday I went for a run with Sarah-dog, we went for about two miles. The last 1/2 mile Sarah was just not having it and I nearly had to carry her home...which would have been fine (she's a small size dog). Note to self I can run further and faster then I used to last year, (Well, duh 30lbs off of this frame will do that to you) can't take Sarah with me anymore unless it's a leisurely stroll.

After the run I felt soooo good I finally caught the running bug again and wanted to get out there again...and soon. Ah hem, so I went for another run yesterday. This time at the gym because it was raining outside, and went for 2.5 miles stop free and no dog stopping me refusing to run anymore. It was glorious I felt great...until I got home...until I sat on the couch...until I had to get up from the couch and make some silly 5 year old little girl dinner.

Then the pain hit, oh the pain...my right knee was and is screaming at me, "You stupid woman what are you doing to me?!" Seriously I've ran less then 5 miles in two days what the fo shizzies? So my athletic husband sat me back down last night, wrapped a ice pack around my knee much to my dismay. I don't do ice packs...seriously remember I hate being cold. Purposely making any body part cold to me is stupid...why would you do such a thing?! But I sat there and let the stupid ice pack do it's thing and yes, fine I'll admit it felt better but AS IF!

Doing my favorite sport today after work...kick boxing...we'll see how the old knee does tonight.