This morning as I was heading out for my run with the dog I was contemplating whether or not I felt prepared to run the Seattle Half Marathon in few weeks. My longer runs haven’t felt as strong as they have in the past, and then being sick this last week I felt even less prepared.
By the time I arrived at the end of the street I had decided I would at least attempt it. I might have to walk a portion of the race, which I have never done, but I would go for it.
The dog and I ran one of our normal routes. Milo being a little more excited than I. I, on the other hand, was a little more tentative with my footing after last night’s storm. I was particularly careful not to land on any fallen branches or one of the thousand pine cones covering the ground. That is, until we were seconds away from walking through the front door. We were across the street from our house when I saw the other neighborhood labradoodle approaching. He’s a puppy and Milo is terribly trained, so I was prepared for mayhem. What I wasn’t prepared for was the pinecone squarely placed under my left landing foot.
Within a nanosecond of my foot landing on the pinecone, my ankle rolled in a terrible way and I instinctively placed my hands out to brace my fall. Why is it we try to catch our fall on ragged cement with the flesh of our palms???
I can only imagine how ugly and ridiculous this fall looked, because the wonderful lady with her dog seemed very concerned. Bless her heart though, she stayed on the opposite side of the road with her doggie. She and I both knew full well having the two dogs meet up would be a disaster, especially considering my dog was still harnessed to the leash wrapped around my waist. I sat and cried for a few moments, until I was able to call my husband to help me into the house. There are many times I am aware of my size compared to his, and asking him to help me off the ground this morning was no exception. I did my best limit using him for support. The last thing we needed was for me to cause him a back injury. He was wonderful though. He helped me get my ankle elevated and on ice, fed me some Alieve and ran to the store for other medical items.
I’ve been in bed the entire day elevating my leg with ice and compression. It feels loads better than it did right after it happened, but I think the race is out of the question. I’m okay with this. I just want to be sure there aren't any long term effects from a stupid pine cone, two adorable Labradoodles and one clumsy middle aged woman.
The good news, I FINALLY had time to write a blog.
You can always find reasons to feel grateful. :)