Diagnosis: Old Age

Evil Knee Pain returned last night.  I was pain free for one glorious week and then bam, back again.  A little background: After years of successful evading, Evil Knee Pain launched an assault in early January.  I was completely unprepared and EKP (pronounced ekp) won many early battles, as I cut crucial kilometres and limped home.  EKP is nefarious, coming and going at will, lulling me into a false sense of security and then striking when I’m 15K from my beloved sofa.  It disappears every time I make an appointment to see a sports medicine professional, many of whom are convinced that I have some sort of runner’s hypochondriosis.  Frustratingly unpredictable, shooting pains in to the lateral left knee, but occasionally migrating to a dull pain at the back of the knee and most recently in a what-was-I-thinking 2-hour yoga class, striking medially.  Sometimes EKP goes wild and jumps over to the right knee.  According to my sports doc, the roving nature of EKP means that I don’t have a diagnosable knee problem like the ominous runner’s knee, but that I have all the signs and symptoms of someone who is  ”not sixteen anymore“.   Direct quote.  I was diagnosed with old age.