Sunday night Frances did so well that I had enough energy to run with the Kansas City Track Club. After my beginning session ended, I was a little afraid to join the real runners, but last night was my third time so I was starting to get used to it. They have a weekly run on the Trolley Trail. Most of the people are faster than me (to be expected), but I am actually not the slowest.
When we started the group run, my plan was to run with one of my friends, but he was a little ahead of me at the start and I heard someone mentioning something about a comment they wrote on-line. I was curious to see if she had a running blog (she did). I started running with her and realized our paces were similar. The only difference was that she was training for a marathon and she ran 22 miles the day before. This was her recovery run and this was, well, my regular run. As we ran together, I tried to strike up a conversation with her. Let me tell you, it didn't go very well. She seemed very serious and not very open to conversation. Hey, I thought this was a group run. I tried talking about running, marathons, where we were from originally, things like that. She usually gave me brief answers and never asked me questions. Luckily she said she had to "tinkle" and went to use the bathroom. I ran on without her and it was probably for the best.
While I was running by myself, I noticed that people already had made it to the end of the trail and were coming back and passing me. While this was happening the ground changed from gravel to paved and the paved area started sloping down for an intersection. Why am I telling you all of this? Well, these are the reasons why I fell, yes fell. I lost my concentration and my toe dragged on the trail and I lost my footing. There was about a 2 hour pause in my head from when I started falling to the actual impact. My first thought was to look cool. Unfortunately, that was impossible. Then I thought about landing... should I put my arms out, fall to the side... . I ended up putting most of my weight on the side of my shin and slid a little. My right arm and left knee hit the ground and helped me not tip over or face plant. As soon as I fell I heard gasps and people were asking me if I was alright. I immediately got up, tried to pick up my dignity and started running forward and said I was alright. I made no eye contact with all the gawkers. As I ran that next block I felt embarrassed about falling, but there was nothing I could do about it. Then I surveyed my body. Not to bad. I ran the rest of the run and ended up with a pretty good time (including the fall).
After I got home my leg was hurting a little more so I used my doctor knowledge and gave myself Ibuprofen, iced my leg and elevated it. Now, two days later Aaron just told me the bruise doesn't look as bad as he thought it would. I would call that a compliment.
Everyone falls sometime and although I don't think it was graceful, I managed to pick my self up pretty quickly and move forward. Now that I have that out of my system. I hope to never do it again.
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