A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
And I'm not talking about the fact that I have to write a 5-7 page paper over spring "break" (although that has put a bit of a damper on things for sure). Or the fact that I have not been blogging nearly as frequently as I would have liked to. Oh, no. I am talking about how yesterday I got the not so great idea of writing a blog post entitled, "Breaking Up With The Hills." It was going to be all about how I was done with running anywhere from 8-10 hills on every single freaking run, because 1. My legs were not enjoying it one bit and 2. It is such a mind fuck to have your pace be that slow for that many days in a row because the hills are absolutely destroying you mentally and physically.
Obviously, that post never got written...yet the mere fact that I wrote that title out on my list of potential blog post titles was enough for the universe to throw some shade my way. Major shade. So, let me tell you the tale of today's run and how things went from bad to worse...but ultimately ended up sort of okayish.
First of all, anyone who runs in the dark know how important it is to stick to a route so a. you don't get lost and b. you don't trip and fall on your face. And so you sorta have the traffic patters figured out...although let's be honest, I'm not even sure that's a thing. Anyhow, I had to break that tradition in order to get all those scary, dreaded hills out of my life. And for the first several miles things felt great. Like, I'm still convinced I somehow broke my big toe on my left foot yesterday when I had to hop a curb to get on the sidewalk to avoid being run over...but still, things felt really good for miles 1 & 2.
Then, fast forward to running down a super dark street/area of town that I haven't ran in since like December. I hadn't even reach the 3 mile mark yet when, out of nowhere, I found myself on the ground. Splayed out on the cold, hard pavement surrounded by darkness. I am convinced that there must have been a crack/bad spot on this road, because it was too early in this run for me to be tripping over my own feet and I felt so good/fast/strong today. And of course, my first though is..."Are my glasses broken (I was holding them while I ran because they kept fogging over) and Did anyone see me go down?"
No. And No. So, I hop back up and take off once I double check that my Garmin forerunner is still functioning properly. And I don't make it more than a block or so before I see a vehicle running and someone getting into said vehicle. And all I let out a huge sigh of relief. Can you imagine if I had fallen just a few minute later in my run and that person had seen me? What if it was someone I knew. Well thank the freaking lord that did not happen. And, also, it is important to note that I had no clue what my injuries were until I finished my run and got back to Total Body Fitness.
Like, I spent the last 3+ miles of my 6 miler run with a hole in the knee of my tights, a scraped up hand, and a shit load of blood goozing from a deepish cut on my left elbow. And I am pretty sure that when that truck that I saw passed me like 5 minutes after that fall, they saw that huge red stain on the elbow of my bright neon coral jacket. I was way too worried about falling again to check to see if I knew/recognized the person behind the wheel. I was just trying to act like this was a normal run on a normal day and I wasn't dealing with all this crazyness plus what felt like a strained quad muscle on my left leg.
Then, as I was heading back towards the gym, (I had just crossed the rail road tracks) I literally got scratched up on both legs by a bush that was right next to the sidewalk. Yikes! Then, I swear on all that is holy, that I saw that same truck at Casey's as I was running back towards the gym. I pass the gym and realized I'm only at 4.6 miles. Fuck. I was planning on doing 8, left quad is still on fire, and my life is looking more and more like a Lemony Snicket novel. Lovely. So, I head back up the slight incline towards Caseys and Zip Mart (gas station/convenience store).
Now, comes strike 3. Or should I say Caitlyn's third klutz move that should have been clear evidence that this run just was not meant to be. I am taking the sidewalk past the old Pizza Hut up a mini hill to make one short lap before heading back to the gym. I know this sidewalk is crumbley and dangerous. So, naturally, I get to the top and am so SO CLOSE to biffing it again as I am getting ready to take a right. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. I also feel like someone had to see me cause like there's three total gas stations right there and I could see vehicle headlights from the nearby Casey's parking lot.
The rest of my run went by uneventfully (THANK GOD) and I was exhilirated when I hit the 6 mile mark and was able to hit the stop button on my watch. I was also incredibly pleased to see that I had ran pretty fast considering all the wacky things that had happened during those 56 odd minutes. And, although I didn't get to see any cute dogs or set any PRs, it was still a pretty spectacular run...because 1. The glasses were saved, 2. Nobody saw that ugly fall, and 3. I WAS ABLE TO PICK MYSELF UP AND BEAST THROUGH THE LAST 3 MILES OF MY RUN EVEN THOUGH I FELT LIKE SHIT AND WAS BLEEDING. Halleljuah.