So I lived with the pain. And at the tender age of 31, I learned to ride a bicycle. And this was the start of something amazing. This is a sport that revels in pain. Here, pain is the path to glory. And pretty soon, I started to love the pain.
I loved the sore muscles that meant that I had worked real hard in the weekend ride. I loved how alive I felt at the end of a particularly gruelling workout. In fact, in the end, I started looking forward to the cramps which would tell me that I had pushed harder than ever.
Then I had a knee injury.
And in the last two days, I have come to realise how much pain I endure everyday. My knees feel like they are constantly on fire. But I can still walk like it's fine. Today, there were 5 minutes that I had no spikes going through my legs when walking. As a result I decided to try running for a bit. It's stupid and I really should know better.
Pain is not great. Pain in moderation is good. But pain is how your body tells you that you are screwing up. Don't ignore the pain like I did. You will come to regret it.