Friday, September 10, 2010

God is pissed!

I'm not sure which deity I pissed off or why but I'm pretty sure one of them is out to get me.

Monday was the Walpole 10K and I was seriously contemplating running it.  Last Saturday I had managed to get out and do eight miles so I had the distance behind me.  Monday morning I was still undecided but at the last moment I opted to pass on it.  My rationale was that I have been following a conservative rehab program so now was no the best time to jump into a race that I knew would get me to push my pace faster than I should.  Not only that, but my speed has gone to hell and I didn't want to embarrass myself.  But mostly the rehab part.

Instead of the race I gathered up my gear and headed out for a long run, somewhere in the ten mile range, at a nice comfortable pace.  The route I chose would take me through Noon Hill.  it's not the easiest route due to the hills but the low volume of traffic and being surrounded by trees for most of it makes for a peaceful time.  As I made my way through I passed some people out walking their dogs along the trails and then a thought came to me.  I could do some trail running too.

The trail head was just coming up so I stopped and consulted the map.  Lo and behold the trail did seem to come out near where I was headed anyway so why not do some off-roading!  Away I went barreling down the trail with only the vaguest notion of where it would come out; you see, the map didn't actually show what road the trail finished on, it just showed part of a road.  But I was having fun, even though the strange signage did send me down a side trail at one point accidentally.  No harm done though, it soon looped right back into the main path.

Back on the trail I was cruising down a hill and was just about to hit the bottom of it when suddenly, as I began bringing my right foot back forward from the end of a stride, I hit a root at full speed.  Luckily my toes were slightly angled up so there were no broken toes but that was the good news.  As I lurched forward from the sudden deceleration my left leg drove into the ground in front of me.  My knee was already bent so it was able to absorb the shock without any issues.  But as Newton has taught us, a body in motion tends to stay in motion, and my body continued its motion forward until it forcefully connected with my now motionless knee. The knee hit me squarely in the lower ribs and boy did it hurt.

"Walk it off", I kept repeating.  "Walk it off".

Luckily it wasn't severe enough to stop my run and I made it home some time later.

That was Monday.  It still hurts today.  I'm pretty sure nothing is broken but it really wouldn't be much different if it was.  Fortunately it only hurts when I lay on that side, when I am running, from coughing, sneezing, touching it, climbing stairs, walking, or breathing.

I don't know what I did to piss of a higher power but I'M SORRY!  Now please, leave me alone so I can get back to doing fun things.


  1. ouch! that's the joy of trail running I guess. Walpole was a pretty good time. Hope you mend up in time for the CFC if nothing else!

  2. well... look at it this way. It's not an overuse injury! That means it will heal right up and you will be back to doing what you love. Really! In the meantime, ice ice baby--and some advil. Ouch!

  3. Hehehe... glad your ok. Nothing serious.