Knee issues again! This time I'm thinking, maybe I’ll have that surgery. But first I went to the physio...

What an epiphany. I saw a very talented physio called Jacqui (i’ll link to her later if she’s happy with this post) who swiftly diagnosed a Baker’s Cyst (inflammation behind the knee probably caused by posture or minor strain resulting in some wear and tear of the cartilage. Story of my life!

So for now I continue with yoga and circuits, apply some anti-inflammatory cream and carry on. No scans or surgery, not yet anyway. What a relief!

Back to the epiphany. I love talking about my injures, postures etc, and Jacqui was happy to oblige. After her examination she explained that I had slightly knock knees and an anteverted hip, these are often related, apparently. And as a result I am naturally crow footed. Some of this might be genetic, some of it developmental.

She told me that when doing lunges etc, we hear 'ad infinitum’ to position the knee directly above the foot. But she told me that I shouldn’t follow this slavishly, especially if it doesn't feel natural. Because of the shape of my hips I’ll never to the box splits. Sound obvious, but even though i’m inflexible and 46, I’d still never realised that I probably wouldn’t ever do the splits.

This was the epiphany! In both yoga and excercise classes, I tend, naturally, to follow the instructions. I want to get it right! I want the posture to look elegant! These corrections have also flowed over into everyday life. I do everything not to walk crow footed. Over the last 10 years i’ve tried to correct my gait so that my feet are parallel, in the formation of a perfect number ’11’. We discussed how these corrections, themselves can sometimes cause problems. Not definitive, but food for thought!

I don’t have all the answers, and Jacqui did say, don’t use this as an excuse for everything.

The message I took, was not to give up correcting myself completely, rather not to overcorrect……. So instead of trying to change myself (in this case my body, not my mind) to conform to a set of rules that I’ll never be able to attain, I need to look at my body as it is. And start a specific and meaningful conversation about what is best for me and my poor old bones.

This is the epiphany! Maybe this is the start of Dave 2.0…..