A while ago my knee had all of its cartilage in the right place. But then I knelt down, scooped my two year old out of the bath, pushed upwards using my right knee, in order to return to a standing position, and heard/felt a strange popping noise.
After conversations with some doctors, it was decided that I had torn my cartilage and the only cure (apart from leeches and some rebalancing of the biles) would be to have some of it snipped off.
And that's why I didn't run for almost 8 months. Seeing as running is the only form of exercise I really enjoy (now that my days as a footballer are gone), this was a bit of a pain. As well as the obvious benefits (cardiovascular fitness, looking good in Lycra), running is a form of head clearing and meditation for me. It helps me think. I have ideas when I run, and seemingly important things can be put into perspective.
So imagine my delight when, during my recent stay in the USA, I started running again. Wisely, I chose one of the world's hilliest cities in which to make my comeback. Packing an extra few pounds, the inhabitants of San Francisco (which also seems to be one of the world's healthiest cities) couldn't have failed to have been impressed by a man of my stature crawling up the world famous [insert name] Street - you know, the one with the trams going up it.
It felt good, and the knee is holding up. Long may it run.