Monday, January 30, 2012

I took a digger.

Well, it was bound to happen at some point.  I went for a 5 mile run on Saturday morning.  I like to leave my longer runs for the weekend when I have some serious time to devote to them.  5 miles in not an incredibly long run for me but I am in that transition period between training for a half marathon and a full so I wanted to get out there but not go for any distance records.  (I am starting my Marathon training on Tuesday, tomorrow.  I am super excited about it.)  This is the first time in 3 weeks that I have run outside.  I have been doing the treadmill most mornings.  And it felt great to be in the great outdoors.

It was a little icy out and about 31 degrees when I left the house around 8:30am.  I thinking that I really should be extra careful on the ice.  I was doing pretty well until mile 3.  I don't even think that it was the ice that got me.  I have been running on the sidewalks for the last couple of months.  I am trying to stay in well populated areas of my town since I run alone most of the time.  I think that I caught the tip of my sneaker on an uneven part of the sidewalk. 

I had a very surreal moment as I was starting to go down.  I am not graceful at all and I don't fall that way either.  I am sure I had my arms flailing and a pained look on my face.   I really thought for a moment when I was about half way down that I was going to recover and just look like a fool for stumbling.  But then reality hit or maybe it was just the concrete.  I landed first on my right knee then both hands and finally the right side of my bum.  Thank god for the cold weather because I had a ton of layers on.  I have a little road rash on the knee and a small bruise, my hands were only a little red because of the gloves and I have a baseball size bruise on my right bum cheek.  Not too bad for a tumble.  What I really hurt was my pride.  I took a quick look around to see if I had any witnesses.  I didn't see anyone.  Great, no one to point and giggle.  The rest of my run was much slower.  I was a little more cautious now and my bum kinda hurt. 

All in all I am no worse for wear.  I am surprised I don't fall more often to tell you the truth.  I really am not the best with balance.  I had a good laugh over it with my husband when I got back to the house.  Still it was nice to get outside and run.  I am glad the New England weather has been so mild.  It has made training much easier.


  1. I'm sorry to hear that. I actually jogged on my treadmill in honor of you telling me that it was your source of happiness. I did that instead of my daily yoga. Plus, I have to get moving more, per my Dr. :)
    But, regarding your stumble, I'll say what we always say in my family, "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!" I know that we tend to fall more then others (my crescent moon in yoga is the reason why they tell people to "keep a sense of humor") but we always get back up!! We're living Weebles!! :) Keep up the running and I'll keep up the hard yoga poses that need a lot of balance!

    1. Thanks for the support. :-) I haven't done yoga since college. I always think that I should but I just don't have the cash for a class. My saving grace on Saturday was that no one saw me fall. ;-p We are living Weebles! As long as I can get back up and keep going we are good.