There are four ligaments in your knee.
They are all quite important.
At least one will abandon you somewhere around 40.
[Shhhhh…Don’t tell them I said anything. They get unpredictably mad at irrational things and totally…OW.]
[Damn. Someone must have told my already irritated ligaments. My blog has a mole. A knee mole.]
[That should totally be a thing. A knee mole. Not a mole on your knee but, like, the naked mole rat’s distant cousin, the knee mole…]
[I think I’ve undermined the newsworthiness of the information of my post on the importance of knee ligaments with this exciting discovery of the world’s first knee mole.]
[Maybe. Unless there’s a whole bevy of them and once outed they’re going to take over the world.]
[Holy guacamole, people. I hope you have emergency supplies. This is about to get ugly. Sorry to have unleashed this knee mole apocalypse on you. Forget what I said about the importance of your knees. Totally moot point now that we’ll be at the mercy of knee moles.]
Mine are 39 and unhappy.
The knee moles are coming!
Wait…they’re all knee. Running might be the wrong choice.
Carefully descend a steep hill and lie in wait at the bottom with banana peels!