So I had an 8 miler on my training schedule for Saturday, and I was actually really looking forward to it. When I was in San Antonio, I didn’t have/make time to do my long run, but I just decided that my shorter and speed training runs around the weekend run would be enough, and Saturday’s 8 miler was a test to make sure I was really on track with training.
I slept pretty late since I am still recovering on sleep from working 27 hours between last Saturday and Sunday, and after eating a quick pre-run breakfast, I set out. I mapped out an 8 mile route from my apartment running mostly through the city, and off I went. The first mile was a little tough, but as I got into miles 2 and 3 I got in my groove and was feeling really good.
I had picked a pretty hilly route because, as I mentioned before, I’m really trying to incorporate more hills into my training runs. Miles 3 and 4 were quite hilly, but after the 4 mile mark things evened out and I was feeling great (and not to mention, half way done). During that part of the run, I was running down M Street in Georgetown, which is probably the worst choice for a running route because it’s super crowded and pretty poorly paved on the sidewalks. That said, I’ve run it many, many times and never had a problem, until Saturday.
Just as I passed the 4.25 mile mark, I must have stepped directly into a hole where a brick should have been, and I went FLYING. I landed hard on my knees and used my hands to break my fall, and it was so sudden that it really caught me off guard. I jumped right up and there were several people around me asking if I was OK, and I told them thanks but yes I’m fine, and started running again.
As I took those first few steps, my knees just did NOT feel right, especially my left knee. I didn’t want to pull my pants up to look, but I knew I was feeling super emotional and that I should probably just call it quits, so I called my friend Amber to see if there was any way she could come get me. She sent her fiancé Mike, who is also a good friend, and he ended up coming to scoop me and driving me the rest of the way home.
When I got home, I took a look at my knee, and it wasn’t bad scrape wise, but it definitely felt bruised underneath.
Very attractive photo, I know.
I ended up icing it for a while before hoping in the shower, which was probably the most painful part of the whole experience because it stung so bad! After icing it though, I was walking around and it didn’t feel quite so bad, so I knew nothing was terribly wrong.
When I woke up yesterday, it felt fine, so I decided to give Yoga for Runners a go to see how it felt. Many of the postures have you on your knees, and so after just 10 minutes, I decided to abort the mission and go to the gym to test it out instead. I ended up doing 30 minutes on the Stairmaster before getting on the treadmill and knocking out 2 miles. It hurt to have my running pants over the knee, so I just pulled it up, but other than that it felt fine. I don’t know if I did the right thing by stopping, because I think it was more that the experience shook me up than anything, and I’m pretty bummed I missed my long run, again.
My plan to get back into it is to follow the training plan to a T this week, busting out 4.5 miles today, intervals on Wednesday, strength on Thursday, and then a 9 miler on Friday since I’m out of town this coming weekend. I think that if all goes well this week I’ll be fine for the half, but I’m not going to push it if 9 feels too long on Friday and will scale back to 8 if need be.