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So I had a few vacation workouts between the 21st and the 24th. It was mostly yoga and one open water swim. I also totally passed out on the beach doing my second morning yoga because a) I didn't eat for 16-18 hours before and b) I didn't listen to my body when I felt a little lightheaded during the workout.
This resulted in me coming to, face covered in the sand, with renewed neck strain from what I assume is collapsing during my downward dog. This is only the second most stupid thing I did since my last post.

Passing out aside (I quit after, got a good breakfast), I came back feeling pretty good. So that Thursday I decided to get my butt to the gym. After a long warm up (because I knew I wasn't 100%) I saw the nice squat rack open, and decided, why not try back squatting? I did a few with just the bar (felt a little rusty but no unduly worrying), raised the safety bars, put a box under my butt, and racked up 95lbs. Carefully placed my feet, sat down towards the box annnnnnnd my right knee exploded. I could see lights. I could feel a brand jammed into my knee. I failed, the safeties caught the bar, and I resigned my newly injured self to sitting on the box, ashamed, regretful, and berating my own arrogance.

Fuck, it is the worst thing. It's bad, 5 days later and I can only shuffle up stairs, and single step going down. It hurts, it's getting slightly better, but I'm afraid it could be long term. I can't explain how mad I am at myself. I'm trying to fine the words, either in blog post or poetry. But it's concentrated anger and disappointment.

Anyway. I knew I needed to do something and swimming seemed to be low enough impact to take a try. The plan was to swim long, not push off hard at all, and be very patient. It took a little to warm up the knee, and I wasn't fast or pushing it, but I could at least swim. So I'm glad I got in. It wasn't too taxing. My goal is to maintain until Monday where I see a PT and figure out how the fuck to fix this.

Outside of the concerns of this being a long term injury (and I'm praying it isn't) I'm also worried I'm running out of time to properly train for this marathon. The ankle rolling really shifted my plan off. And since then, I've done nothing but go downhill. I'm now facing less time and a worse base. It's not time to panic yet, but I have to prioritize running after prioritizing recovery, with no room for trying to increase lifts.