Do you ever see drops of blood on the sidewalk and wonder what happened? (I've seen this more times than you would think) Well, today I have a story to tell about one such trail of blood.
I went out for my long run at 6am this morning. It was a beautiful morning and I was excited to be running again. I even saw some friends right after I left my house, and waved to them.
Just before I got to the 1-mile mark, I looked both ways to cross a street, and my toe hit a seam in the sidewalk or something and I was suddenly falling.
It's funny how when you fall it feels like it's in slow motion.
At first I'm thinking, "Ok, I got this, I got this!" But then I'm still going forward.
I think, "Ok, I might have to put my hands on the ground a little to stop myself."
My hands hit, and I'm still going. They are now digging into the pavement and I'm still going down to my knees.
I was practically laying on the ground when the forward motion finally stopped. (I must have been running really fast! Hahaha) And a car was driving by right as this happened.
I was mostly embarrassed at first. I sat up and just tried to breath and pull myself together. I could keep going, I just needed to calm down.
Then I looked down and saw blood pooling and trickling off my hand. I looked at my other hand, and there was blood dripping off of it too! No, I was not going to go on. I was going home!
I slowly got up and started walking home, and I could tell I was leaving drops of blood all along the sidewalk.
I walked for about 2 blocks, then decided I wanted to run again. I closed my fists to try and keep the blood in and ran the rest of the way home. I was fine really. It must have been quite the site to see a girl running down the street with blood on her hands. Especially in my neighborhood... Nobody said anything, though. I passed two guys walking, and just smiled at them to let them know I was ok, but they hardly looked at me anyway.
I thought it was good that I had at least spared my knees since they didn't hurt at all.
Here are my nasty looking hands:
I made it home 22 minutes after I left.
With a little help from Mindy, who was awake reading in her room, I cleaned myself up and got some bandages on.
It was only 6:45 so I mustered up some courage and went back out to finish my run. (Cuz I'm hardcore like that!)
I had planned on trying for 9 miles today, but with this little hic-up I didn't have time for that anymore. I decided to shoot for 6. The rest of my run was pretty nice, but by the end I realized that my knees hadn't been completely spared because they were getting kind of stiff and sore. One of them got scraped up a little bit, but not even close to as bad as my hands. Good thing I was wearing capris and not shorts. Too bad it wasn't colder or I would have been wearing gloves too!
I finished with 6 miles in 1:04 which is pretty good considering 2 minutes of that were spent sitting on the sidewalk not quite crying...
Now I get to rock the fishnet gloves (bandages) Madonna-style for the rest of the day!