I’m Not Obsessed But My Knees Are

This morning will be the first since October 5 that I’ve been on my bike. Year to date there’ve been only two spans of bikelessness in that amount or longer. The first was the rather inauspicious beginning from January 1-11 when I didn’t pedal an inch, and the second was from May 5 – 27 — and for good reason as most of that was spent with Susan on the European vacation of a lifetime.

What’s most interesting is that midway through the four days I spent in Orlando last week, my left knee started hurting. Just straight out of the blue it was all achy and tender, forcing me into a modified limp-gait that was frustrating. Sure, in my middle age I’m used to bending over innocently enough and coming up with a wrenched lower back, or craning my neck and kinking something on the recoil. But with my knee there was no action to justify such a reaction. Just one moment it was fine and the next it was really angry. Had I torqued it somehow? Stepped wrong maybe and hyper-extended something? Or was my knee just balking at all the walking it was doing and all the biking it wasn’t.

It’ll be interesting to see how it handles today’s commute.

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with laonstage.com, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."