. . .for everthing.
Well, today was a long run day in our half-marathon training. So, we were good kids last night and went to bed around 9:30. We woke up this morning around 7:00 and were on the road around 7:30. Around here you either run early or sweat way too much. Our goal was to go from our house to the Oualie parking lot, back to the Anglican church past campus (the end of the "good" road), and then home. After we ran it, we drove it = 8.5 miles.
So, it was a bit of a rough start. Both of us were stiff in the knees, but soon got warmed up. We were cruising along at a relatively easy pace around the airport, which is a solid mile from our house. About that distance I start to warm up, and I was feeling pretty good. So, we are coming around to the small hill that leads up to Cottle Church (about 1.5 miles into the run), and I am bringing my left leg up to hit the next stride when my toe finds a loose rock. It was like a slow-motion dream. I was in mid-stride, so there was nothing I could do but land on my left knee. My leg went down, and then my hands and forearms went down too. Fortunately, Brian was next to me and not behind me or that would have been real bad.
So, I am trying to keep the damage to a minimum, but we are on asphalt, and that kind of fall is pretty nasty (having experienced that on bikes as a child). I roll over on my back and Brian says, "Get up, get out of the road." So, I stumble over to this area where cars sometimes park for Lover's Beach. My knee is screaming and my hands are stinging. I pull Brian's shorts over to dab to blood off my knee, but he pulls out the washcloth we carry on long runs. I have nasty skin (not too much) pulled off my right palm and blood oozing out of my knee. About that time, the hospital van passes us and backs up to see if I am okay. (Sad coincidence) Fortunately, I can move and the damage is relatively minor, but I hurt like hell. I ask the guy in the van if he has a band-aid (not that it would stick since I was sweating, but I am sure it would make me feel better), but he says the HOSPITAL VAN DOESN'T HAVE A BAND-AID!!!!!! So, he drives off. Luckily, I didn't have a displaced patella or a broken bone because I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO THAT HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I dry off the best I can, and we finish our run. It took us 1 hour 36 minutes to run the 8.5 miles, and that includes the stop for the fall. So, I am hobbling around here with a bunged up knee, scrapes on my hands, and contusions on my left forearm. Somehow I don't think this is a serious injury, but it is not really something I need 8 weeks before a half marathon! Anyway, Brian says it is probably good I am strong so I could prevent myself from skidding more than I did. (I think it also helps that I am slow LOL). He is probably right though, I was able to steady myself on my hands pretty darn well and keep the forward momentum to a minimum. My left knee is pretty damn stiff though. So, that is my Mary Decker moment. Thank God this wasn't a race for the Olympic Gold Medal!