I popped my kneecap out in yoga class yesterday. BLLAAAAST. I went back today with Sarah and we took a crushing ashtanga class. I wore a brace and it turned out fine. I don’t want to stop or take a break. If I have the desire to go to class then I’m going to go and just work through it. But I HATE that all too familiar sound and feeling of my knee popping and then collapsing. It’s so disconcerting–even days after it happens.
Three One Nine 