My first spill on the pavement was quite unpleasant.
And surprising! Damn pavement came up and ripped me out of my beginning-of-my-long-run bliss and threw me to the ground. Given the skin pieces left behind there on that forsaken spot from the bridge towards Toy R’ Us, I’d say he got me good this time….
What happened? I was a mere 1.8 miles into my 11 mile run, listening to…I can’t remember now….something fun and inspiring. I was thinking of the nice BBQ dinner I had yesterday, the pleasant relaxing morning, the shopping, the soup I was going to make later, and BOOM! Next thing I knew I was flying a bit (I didn’t even notice I tripped, there was no stubbed toe or stumble) and the pavement was suddenly super close to my face and I was skidding on my right hand and left knee.
I lay there for a few seconds trying to figure out what the heck happened before I started peeling myself off the asphalt. It has been a long while since I have been so intimate with pavement, so I was a bit stunned. I looked around and saw no one rushing to help me or point and laugh, so I took my time getting up, shaking out my legs, ankles, arms, etc. I saw immediately that I had scraped both hands, one mildly and the other missing more than a few layers of skin. I hobbled over to the bench to pull up my running tights and inspect my knee, where I found some scrapage but it was not bad. I was more concerned about any damage that I couldn’t see. I sat on the bench (and paused my GPS timer) and pondered going home or going on. I really felt like going home, since I was injured and bleeding, but I did not want to do my long run on a Monday morning, which I would have to do if I didn’t complete today’s run. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I’d regret not trying, so I got up and said “I’ll run slow if it feels ok and just complete the mileage and forget about timing. Or, if it feels uncomfortable, I will stop and walk home so my hobbly run won’t injure me further.”
It turned out that I was ok and completed my 11 miles, the last of them at 7 minutes and 37 seconds, with the total time 1 hour 34 minutes 6 seconds. Yay for a cold day and frozen pain! Boo to the hot shower that made my wounds re-punch me over and over. And boo to the fact that I can’t really cook or do laundry or fix my hair nice for the time being (really not wanting to get my hands wet again until tomorrow’s scabs arrive). But hey, I am ok!
Lesson: Be careful, no matter how much happy bliss you run in!