First off, thank you for all your sweet comments on my Facebook page and Instagram post. If you follow me there, you know I was hurt this weekend so here’s the full story! [warning: there are a couple nasty pictures.]
For a belated birthday gift, my mom and oldest brother, Jack, flew out to see me!!! Seriously the BEST birthday present ever! Jack has never been here (or 3 others of my brothers, cough TonyJesseRogeryoudon’tloveme, cough) so I was THRILLED to show him around NC and spend time together.
John and I were signed up to run the Salem Lake 30K Trail Race on Saturday, and my mom signed up to run the 7 miler too (since she’d just run a marathon the weekend before!). So fun! This was supposed to be my last long run before my marathon at the end of October, where I was hoping to qualify for Boston. (Can’t even type that without getting teary, but I’m trying to stay positive!)
I ran about a mile and could tell I was going to have a great run. I just felt GOOD. And then…I fell. I don’t even know how — maybe I tripped coming off the edge of the small bridge we ran over, or I just tripped over my own feet, no clue…but I fell. Hard. I was running about a 7:20 pace I think when it happened, so I fell and skidded across my hands and knees, and then rolled on the trail. Epic. I looked at my knee and just saw a bunch of dirt, noticed my hands were a little ripped up but it didn’t look too bad so I quickly got back up and kept running, worried about my time and thinking of my hopes of placing in my division. A few runners asked if I was ok and I just said yes and kept running. (I realized after the fact I probably seemed curt but I was embarrassed and anxious about my time. Gah, so rude of me!)
Then about 60 seconds later I looked down while running and saw blood gushing out of my knee. I looked closer and noticed a hole in my knee and some pretty open wounds. I ran a little bit more and then common sense kicked in and I decided to turn back. I was planning to run to the start where the EMTs were, about 1.25 miles away, and started running against the crowd. People must have thought I was crazy. Then I realized I was being crazy planning to run back when I had my cell phone on me and my brother was at the finish line. I called him (and starting crying when he answered), he alerted the EMTs, and I started walking, waiting for the EMTs to come get me (and crying some more).
They strapped me in and loaded me up on the EMT four-wheeler thing and then drove me back to the finish area…right as the 7 mile race group was about to start, so I got to drive through the crowd of runners. So embarrassing but I tried to put on a happy face as a number of people starting calling out my name, friends who were there running. Luckily, they put me in the ambulance quickly. And then, the tears started again. And the pain set in. It hurt like crazy but the tears were mostly about the situation with my family being in town and this messing up the weekend, and not being able to do my run and possibly not being able to run my marathon. (eeew I just realized how nasty my palm looks in this picture. My brother teased me and took pictures as I cried, like a good brother. 😉 )
They rinsed it as best they could with saline and then told me to go to Urgent Care. I declined ambulance transport since our Urgent Care in town is really good. The EMTs said I’d get treated faster there than I would at an ER anyway.
So I headed up there, got some medicine going and proceeded to cry some more as they started rinsing it more (it was very dirty–literally–because it was a trail I felt on, but luckily no rocks or large gravel got stuck in there!) and then taking multiple rounds of x-rays since they thought I may have broken my knee cap or fractured my wrist. Luckily, no breaks!
They didn’t want to stitch anything to avoid trapping the dirt so I even escaped needles. Wait, I take that back. They did give me a tetanus shot.
I had a GREAT doctor who treated me. Seriously, the staff was amazing – huge thanks for the Clemmons Wake Forest Urgent Care group! The doctor even looked up activities at Grandfather Mountain she thought I’d be able to handle since I was planning to take my family there that day.
And huge thanks to my brother for keeping me company and cheering me up and calming me down the whole time. And thanks to my friend Lesha who brought my mom and John home from the race who were stranded when Jack and I left with John’s car! BTW, John placed third in his age group! (FYI, I told my brother and the EMTs not to call him so he could run and just let him know at the finish line. He had no idea what I had happened to me until he finished.)
After I left the doctor with a prescription, lots of bandages, and instructions to return on Monday for a follow-up, I came home and rested a bit. Then, we headed out to introduce Jack to NC BBQ and hushpuppies at Little Richard’s. I was able to disguise my knee under a long maxi dress but I still hobbled. 🙂
I wasn’t feeling up to hobbling around Grandfather Mountain, even for a short walk, so we took a fall drive up to Levering Orchard. It’s a quaint orchard in Virginia just off the Blue Ridge Parkway with delicious apples!
It was a rough start but it still ended up being a lovely day. I got some quality time with my brother – even if it was in a doctor’s office and at Walgreen’s filling prescriptions — and that’s all that matters. There will always be another race, another chance to qualify, and heck, maybe I will still be able to run it. (Doc said absolutely no activity for a week and then we’ll play it by ear depending on how I’m healing up.)
Yesterday’s doctor appointment involved cleaning it out more but she said everything is starting to heal the way it should, so that’s good. 🙂 So, now I just have to be patient. Not my strongest trait.