Since carrying two 10 pound babies, my knees aren't what they used to be. I noticed after Angus was born, they would ache more regularly and at times kneeling or squatting down would take extra effort. Despite this I continued to run. I love running and it makes me feel good. It sheds the post baby kilos quickly and that's important. Yes. Important. Then, once Felix had arrived, the familiar twinge made a return. I put on oodles of weight when carrying him and once more, my knees bore the brunt of pressure. Yet soon after he was born, I started running again. Mainly on the sand, to cushion the impact, but running all the same. I also live to dance and at times, like a mad thing. Hours and hours of high energy fun. And I love doing this in killer heels. In fact, I have always had a penchant for killer heels in general.
Then this week I experienced a few days of crippling pain. Every time I went to bend or crouch down to change or bath the boys, my knees would seize abruptly. I was having a chat with some friends at work yesterday. All enjoying a bit of a chuckle about Homeshop products and my Ab Pro Circle, purchased with the intention of providing 'rock hard abs'. One of the more 'mature' ladies of the group quizzed me about the effect working out with this contraption has on my knees. And it hit me, like a tonne of bricks. I am that line in The Sunscreen Song. I finally understand the importance of 'be kind to your knees... you'll miss them when they're gone'. It has only taken me 12 years. Now if it isn't already too late, I'm going to work on being a little kinder to them.