Yesterday started off good enough. I ran a 5K with my group. For most of them it was their very first 5K! I was honored to get to share that experience with them and they all did an incredible job!
We were done with the race and festivities around 9:30. I got home closer to 10. I just didn't feel up to heading out for 20 mile right then so I cleaned house, napped. You know, piddled around the house. I guess I headed out around 3 or so. Man it was hot yesterday. I'm really hoping for cooler temps at MCM but if it isn't, you can't say I didn't train in the heat!
Calendar wise it is indeed Fall and the neighborhood decor reflects that even if the weather does not. I decided to do a little "As seen on my run" photo montage. Spotted this friendly looking scarecrow driving some sort of sleigh.
Things were rocking along just fine. Determined to hit my goal pace of 10:18, I kept having to remind myself to slow down. Well, I slowed down for sure. Because one moment I'm bringing sexy back with JT an the next I'm sprawled out on the pavement.
I fell. Hard.
Stunned, I sat up taking inventory of my injuries. Bloody hands. Torn shirt and shorts. Brand new pink iPod shuffle scratched. (I can assure you there were some choice words uttered about that) Believe it or not, a cyclist saw it all happen and he actually turned around and came to check on me. Some of them are human! I was embarrassed that he had seen my spill.
The blood didn't bother me, when you make contact with pavement that's going to happen. I was grateful I didn't hit my head in any way. I kind of like my teeth where they are and my orbital unshattered. Peeling back my shorts revealed that my bony hip had taken a beating. It was bloody and fast turning black and blue. Of course I'd have to fall on the hip that is already wonky!
I stood up and walked around for a bit trying to determine if I was actually hurt or just scraped up. The cyclist offered to "call my mom and dad." The reality is, there is no one to call. I've been hurt so much worse this year. A little tumble and some bruising can't keep me down. Every time life has thrown a curve ball at me (and several time bonked me right in the face!) I kept going. No sense stopping now! I was 8 miles from home and might was well finish my run. So that's just what I did.
Bleeding like an ax murderer the entire way. My hip and knee bothered me a little and I even, gasp, walked up a few hills. But I finished. I'm Texas Tough.
Arriving home I set about the business of cleaning the debris from my wound. Never a fun chore. I might have spewed forth a few unladylike terms. Knowing two things, that I was out of date on my tetanus shot and that I had plans to swim at the lake in the morning, I set out to find an urgent care facility that could give me a tetanus vaccine.
I really know how to spend a wild Saturday night y'all!
I totally look like death warmed over. I headed straight to Care Now before they closed. No make up, no dinner and after running 20 mile I was beyond starving. Just keeping it real folks.
They asked about my pain, examined my arm and hip. I turned down both xrays and pain medication. Pain medication, really? I told them my pain was a 1 on a scale of 10. Or a "Hurts a little" on the Wong-Baker scale.
I got my shot and the nurse cleaned and dressed my wound. The doctor looked at me like I was crazy when I asked if swimming in the lake was the worst idea ever. So no lake swimming until this heals completely. Although I'm okay for the pool once it closes over. When I asked about my bike ride for today, she wanted to know for how long. I replied around 3 hours and she said fine to that but I think both she and the nurse thought I was a little insane. I must say, saying these things out loud to non athletes, it does sound kind of weird. "So yeah, I was out running and I fell." "How far?" "20 miles." "And you didn't stop after you fell?" "No, I had to get my 20 miles in!"
I got a pretty pink dressing and was instructed to keep it covered for a few days. Once she cleaned it up, it actually looked a lot worse then when I initially fell. I took a pretty big hunk out of my hand. Oh well, just glad it was only my hand and nothing was broken. Alls well that ends well!
Until. Until about an hour later. You know those sheets they send home with an Rx or a shot? The one detailing all the possible side effects? Well, yeah. I had a bad reaction to the vaccine. I ran fever, had a horrible headache an was nauseated all night long. It was a long night. I'm feeling weak and miserable today. All from a shot!
So I'm missing my ride with Velo because I can barely make it around the house. (never did get a chance to refuel after my 20 miler) I knew I'd get dropped with that group as it was - I'm certainly in no shape today to try to keep up! I'm a little sad about missing my swim too. But, it is what it is.
Here I've been so worried about falling on my bike and I take a big tumble just running. Klutzy girl. Now I'm really concerned about falling on my bike. At least I won't have to worry about a tetanus shot when it happens!
In a little while I'll put myself together and head out in search of some food. Gotta get my nutrition in if I'm going to remain Texas Tough!
Have you ever fallen while running?