Music:Dinosaur Pile-Up - Love Is A Boat And We're Sinking
in which I bitch about my knee.
My knee is stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. It was fine until I sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen for dinner, then I went away and it was fine. Then I iced it, just in case, and it began to hurt again. Then I went running, knowing full well that I was probably going to make it 50x worse, and deliberately slowed down my pace to suit, and it felt bad enough that I decided to cut my run slightly short (by, uh, 3 minutes). Then I came home and stretched and iced it again and now it's fine. It literally does not hurt at all.