Yesterday, we had a bit of snow/slush. But after I got off work, it was 33 degrees and I was feeling restless after a couple of days on the dreadmill, so I headed out for a run. I wanted to log a 6-miler. For whatever reason, it was important to me to know I could do the distance. Six miles means I am covering almost half the distance of a half-marathon and that is good for my mental state.
I headed out shortly after 5 in the evening. It was still somewhat light, but I knew darkness would be coming so I took my handy little light with me. This is more so others see me than so I can see the ground. About two miles into the run I turned it on.
I was cruising along pretty nicely. I felt great. I’ve been spending more time in the gym on strength and stretching. Lots of weights, lots of core exercises. Plus, my recent dreadmill work has included speed and hills. I don’t think I was panting even a little bit.
Then, at about mile three, I took a tumble. Ergh. Where the road butts up against the curb, there was a apparently a hole. It was filled with water from the snow so I didn’t see it and down I went. I stood up and shook it off, and tried to decide where I hurt. My left knee landed on the pavement so it was a bit sore; my right ankle was definitely sore, since it was the one that landed in the hole and that I rolled over. I walked about a half-block, debating what next. I didn’t have my phone with me. I did have phone numbers on my ID band, but I was nowhere near a phone. And the loop I was running meant I was three miles from home, even if I circled back.
So I did what all runners do and attempted to run. Really, my ankle felt ok. And my knee didn’t hurt, so I suspected it was only scraped a little bit. Since I had pants on it was somewhat protected.
Long and short of it, I finished the six miles and made it home. When I cleaned up, I noticed that I did put a small hole in the knee of my running pants (which is a bad thing since these are my warmest pair) and also noticed that my knee was quite a bit more scraped than I had anticipated. I put a band-aid on my knee and also a wrap on my ankle, which I then elevated for the evening.
In other words, despite a moment of excitement and dread, it’s all good. I am not too injured, just a bit sore, and I finished the run. And the run, overall, felt really good and makes me almost think that I’ll be able to run at least one of these half-marathons at close to the two-hour mark. Of course, there is quite a bit more to go before we see if the goal becomes reality.
I headed out shortly after 5 in the evening. It was still somewhat light, but I knew darkness would be coming so I took my handy little light with me. This is more so others see me than so I can see the ground. About two miles into the run I turned it on.
I was cruising along pretty nicely. I felt great. I’ve been spending more time in the gym on strength and stretching. Lots of weights, lots of core exercises. Plus, my recent dreadmill work has included speed and hills. I don’t think I was panting even a little bit.
Then, at about mile three, I took a tumble. Ergh. Where the road butts up against the curb, there was a apparently a hole. It was filled with water from the snow so I didn’t see it and down I went. I stood up and shook it off, and tried to decide where I hurt. My left knee landed on the pavement so it was a bit sore; my right ankle was definitely sore, since it was the one that landed in the hole and that I rolled over. I walked about a half-block, debating what next. I didn’t have my phone with me. I did have phone numbers on my ID band, but I was nowhere near a phone. And the loop I was running meant I was three miles from home, even if I circled back.
So I did what all runners do and attempted to run. Really, my ankle felt ok. And my knee didn’t hurt, so I suspected it was only scraped a little bit. Since I had pants on it was somewhat protected.
Long and short of it, I finished the six miles and made it home. When I cleaned up, I noticed that I did put a small hole in the knee of my running pants (which is a bad thing since these are my warmest pair) and also noticed that my knee was quite a bit more scraped than I had anticipated. I put a band-aid on my knee and also a wrap on my ankle, which I then elevated for the evening.
In other words, despite a moment of excitement and dread, it’s all good. I am not too injured, just a bit sore, and I finished the run. And the run, overall, felt really good and makes me almost think that I’ll be able to run at least one of these half-marathons at close to the two-hour mark. Of course, there is quite a bit more to go before we see if the goal becomes reality.
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