Argh. I twisted my knee again last night. It’s not terrible, but it’s darn aggravating having to limp around all day.
Since I didn’t go uptown to work yesterday, I was able to attend the Mary Wash Tuesday fencing practice. So I went, and had another all-sabre day. Which was cool; I was able to instruct some people who have been playing with sabre in some of the finer points of guards and parries.
Alas, at the end, I was bouting pretty hard with a fellow, Drew, when I took a lunge and I twisted my rear knee just enough to know, “uh-oh.” I felt that twinge, and knew that I had hurt it a little. Ever since really hurting both knees a few years ago at my cousin’s wedding, I’ve re-injured each of them a couple times. Each time, I’ve injured them less, and they took less time to come back. But obviously it’s a pain in the… knee.
It actually doesn’t hurt very much, just stiffened up so that it doesn’t bend very well, and I can feel it easily twist out of socket if I hit the wrong position. And I want to train tomorrow!! Darn. Well, I’ll figure out something. If I can’t be very mobile, then I’ll probably just end up doing a bunch of grinds, rather than repetition lifts.