Road Rash

by Stephanie on April 13, 2011 · 0 comments

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It turns out that I might be a klutz.  I could base this on years of  sliding down and tripping up stairs and dropping things.  Lately though, it’s been cropping up in my running.  Three times so far in 2011 I’ve tripped on an uneven sidewalk and went sprawling down on the ground.  That’s not a good sign!

The first two weren’t so bad  The first happened within the last mile of a 5-6 mile run.  I tripped, went down, and ended up with just a lightly scraped right knee and scraped palms.  The biggest problem here was that the whole right side of my body was sore for the next few days because of the fall.  The second time was at about mile 7 of my recent 8.5 mile run.  Again, I tripped.  Again I went down.  Again, minimal scraping.  No soreness, no problem.

This last time though.  That was a doozy.  I was feeling lazy yesterday and so was Steve so instead of going for a run after work, we watched TV and made dinner.  Being the good runners we are, we decided at about 8:30 PM that it was time to run or it wouldn’t get done.  It’s dark here at 8:30 but that’s no problem.  We live in a safe neighborhood and I’m not bothered by running at night as long as I have someone with me.  In fact I quite enjoy it.  It’s cooler and the stars, moon, and clouds give a nighttime run a different feeling.  More mysterious.  More enveloping.  It’s easier to lose yourself in a night run than it is in the heat of the day with cars and people all around.

Anyhoo, I’m running along at a slightly faster than normal pace.  I know the ground is uneven so I am paying attention, stealing glances at the cloudy, moonlit sky when I can.  I’m about a mile in and I get lost somewhere deep in my thoughts.  That’s when it happens.  I catch my left foot on a raised bit of ground and essentially fling myself towards the ground.  I’m caught totally off guard.  Before I know what’s happened I’m lying 3 or 4 feet in front of where I tripped.  When you have the momentum, you can really fly!

I’m gasping and whimpering a little.  My palms and lower left leg are scraped but it doesn’t seem too bad.  Mostly I’m shocked.  Steve helps me up and I start walking it off.  Besides some pain in my upper back (I imagined it was stretched unkindly during my flight), I feel okay.  I start running again and make it through a pretty quick 3.5 miles.  I’m feeling good when I reach home.

Then I look down and see this…

Actually it was uglier than that. This is after a good scrubbing.  The biggest shock was that in addition to scraping and bruising my lower leg has swelled to about twice it’s normal size.  And it hurts!  Apparently I need to pick up my feet more.

Anyway, it could have been much worse.  I could have sprained my ankle or messed up my knee or done other damage that would have taken me out of the game for a while. Bruises, scrapes, and swelling aren’t fun but they’ll heal.  With any luck I’ll be able to run my 10-miler this weekend with no problems.  Until then I’ll just look at these as my battle scars =)

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