As a woman I’ve always “tried” to be mindful of some of the dangers of running:
- Don’t run alone at night and always wear reflective gear
- Carry your ID and your phone
- Don’t be predictable, change up your route and don’t post on social before leaving
Today I was reminded of a much greater danger: your skin scraping across the surface of the pavement, Urgh!
I was awake and sitting at my home office desk with a fresh cup of coffee by 5:30 am. My mood was abnormally cheerful and my productivity level was off the charts. With the rest of the world still asleep or commuting to work I had no disruptions and by 8:30 I’d checked off half of my to-do list for the day. So I decided to take a mid-morning break and head out for a quick run. I threw on my favorite lululemon running shorts and Nike mesh tank top and laced up.
I took my pre-run selfie and thought to myself “this is going to be a great run”. I was rested, hydrated, well-nourished and in a freaking good mood; all of the elements that usually make a fast run for me. So off I went up 12th Ave. My head was in the clouds, I was thinking of all the things to come this week, like how I would deal with this situation, and how to address that email, when out of the blue I was literally flying horizontally above the ground, hit the concrete and skidded across the pavement surface for what felt like three to five feet. “WTF!!!”
My iPhone flew out my pocket, so I turned around to grab it, and happily it was unscathed. “Thank god!” I thought “Now finish your run!” But when I went to standup, I felt THROBBING and I noticed blood gushing from both my knees and both my hands. Now at this point, I’m still contemplating running. But as I started wobbling down the street and the blood started to run down my leg I figured it was probably best I didn’t continue. A few blocks from home I noticed stains on my white tank and look over at my right arm, from the elbow down, my skin was shredded!
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself! This was the second time I’d taken such a fall…. Luckily less was at stake today.
December 2010, Las Vegas Rock n Roll Marathon: I’d trained hard and was totally ready for my first marathon. I was strong, fast (for me), focused AF and determined to keep to a 6mins per km run. I was precisely on track until I rounded the corner, near old Vegas at about the 8km mark. There was a huge bottleneck of people and I thought I’d be smart and bypass them by jumping on the sidewalk; with the space to myself I started waiving on bystanders cheering on the runners and that’s when I stepped on a gu pack and went FLYING hitting the pavement with the entire right side of my body! I was so mad“My time, my time!! This is going to F**ck up my time!!!” I jumped up and without looking at my injuries or giving it a second thought I took off. I don’t know if it was adrenaline, naivety or pure stupidity but I didn’t stop, I didn’t feel no pain I didn’t see no blood. I just ran – and I crossed the finish line in 4h:13mins:12secs which is EXACTLY 6 minutes per kilometer to the seconds (12 mins per mile).
When I got to my hotel room I finally noticed that the right sleeve of light-weight running shirt was torn, and the blood had dried and stuck to my skin. My right knee was throbbing but lucky the capri material prevented any ripping. BEST DAY EVER!
Lesson, don’t let life trip you up!!
Question – anyone else has trip, hit and fall running stories? I’d love to hear from you!