I’m about 3 days late on posting this because I kept forgetting to send the draft to my email so I could work on it at home. This just goes along with how my week has been going.
I’m in a real funk people. If you follow me on Twitter you already know this. I feel like crap (you will learn why below) and I’m eating like crap and well…none of it can add up to me feeling good.
First let me start out with the positive…
The Hometown Hero’s 5K was amazing!! The race itself was a bit of a bigger deal than I thought it was going to be. It’s funny cause sometimes you never know what kind of race you are getting into. Will they have chip timing? Is there a large crowd? Will you get a race bib?
Well this race had all those things. There were close to 200 runners and a pretty decent amount of family and friends there supporting everyone. Even the local news station was there. They have a local chip timing company there and we got race bibs, which always help to make a race feel “real”. We also got a goodie bag with a pretty nice T-shirt and a box of Wheaties Fuel. Score! There was a production problem with the Military Medals but they said they are going to be sending them out to us in the mail.
Here’s the best part of the race…I set a new PR!!!! My finish time was 29:10:42!! That’s more than two minutes I took off my last record. My pace was 9:24. I came in 6th in my age group…I actually wasn’t towards the bottom!!
I ran my butt off...I was WHOOPED!! Can you tell??
Where's my bed??
I can’t even begin to express how happy I was with my time. I wanted *SO* badly to beat 30 minutes, but I really didn’t think I was going to be able to do it, but I did!! I crushed it!!
I was also a tired little puppy after that…seriously…all that fast running knocks me right out…
The coolest and most inspiring part of the race…the members of the 174th National Guard in Afghanistan were also running at the same time that we were. How amazing is that?!?!
Now here comes the pain part…
I took my very first road spill while running on Sunday. I decided to go for a “long” run…well for what I had hoped would be a long run. I left the house about 15 minutes before Frankie had to leave for his softball game and I got the genius idea to run the 6 ½ miles to the field and catch the last part of his game & surprise him. Well there was some construction I came across and I ran out of sidewalk….I knew there was construction in the area but I thought the majority of it was over. Well anyway… I was trying to avoid a grate that was about 4 inches off the ground and also avoid oncoming traffic…well I must have just shaved the corner of the grate with the tip of my foot because it caught the corner and I went FLYING!!
At first I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. This wasn’t just some little stumble or fall onto the ground. I literally FLEW. My first reaction was to see how close to the road I was and to make sure I didn’t get hit by car. Then I saw the cuts…then I moved a bit…then came all the blood.
I still had about ½ to ¾ miles to go. I almost called for help but I was so shaken, all I could think about was getting to that softball field and being around people I knew. Thankfully the bar/restaurant next to the field let me use their bathroom to clean up my wounds a bit.
Here are some pictures right after I cleaned up in the bathroom:
My knee & elbow are all cut up & gashed open and swollen to the size of softballs. My hand is all cut up too. I’ve done peroxide washes, and have them covered with Neosporin and gauze pads. I've done some ice to my knee too obviously since its the size of a balloon now. My knee is SO sore. Actually…my whole body is today….especially my neck and shoulders. Ugh.
Here are some pictures of the battle wounds from Monday night....
Needless to say I’m not in the best place right now…physically or mentally. Knowing that I can’t run for a little bit is a downer. Plus, my eating and drinking habits this past weekend were awful….lots of cheese & crackers, chips and dip, beer. Blah!!
I'm so sick of gauze, pain and stinging. I'm sick of barely being able to bend my knee. I'm sick of not being able to rest my arm on a table. Ugh...just sick of it all.
And everyday that starts fresh I say to myself “today I will make great” and then I fail. My birthday is Tuesday (the 19th) and we are going out this weekend to celebrate. I'm already up a few pounds on my scale at home so of course that isnt putting me in the best "birthday week" type of mood. I think my plan right now is to just continue to take it easy and rest up. Not go crazy with eating or anything, but cut myself some slack and heal up. Then go into next week hopefully recovered and ready to kick ass again!!
I know it will get better. I just have to try and be patient and rest up. And not beat myself up too much mentally.
Have any of you ever taken a pretty serious spill while running or working out at all??