"Roger on Running," Running Times, January 23, 2014
By Roger Robinson
Sunday was my knee's third birthday. Not my birthday, just my right knee's.Three years ago, on January 19, 2011, I went under the knife for a partial knee replacement. (Or under the saw, more accurately. I was a little perturbed when the surgeon told me his father had been a carpenter.) It was surgery that I thought at the time had ended my running for ever. I was wrong. Three months after the surgery, I tried shuffling a few tentative steps. By the first anniversary, I had progressed – slowly, cautiously, stubbornly, to running for one exact hour. I happily celebrated that milestone in this column. (Small Steps, Big Strides, Roger on Running, January 2012).
[For five years, this 2006 newspaper photo (above, right) was captioned 'my last run' - inaccurately, as things worked out.]
“You inspired me get back into running after my first baby,” commented one kind reader. “I loved your account of how deeply you missed being able to run. Most people don't understand that sense of lack,” said another. “However injured and old you are, there's always hope” - that was probably the one I related to best.
So, in mid-January again, another two years on, I thought I should provide an update.