I feel like I can really call myself a runner now. Even though I'm not very fast. Even though I haven't run a super long distance. NOW I have a running war wound.
Ok, so it's not nearly that bad. But I have to say, I honestly feel like I crossed over some invisible line and really joined the group known as "runners." Just the excitement on the Dad's face when I told him about it, confirmed my thoughts. I am a runner now!
The story is not very exciting, but I am going to tell it. (I'm just so proud of my scraped up knee! haha.)
My running buddy and I were a little less then half way through our run this morning and as usual I had almost tripped over him a few times already. (I was sure this would be the way I earned my first wound, but nope.) I looked up at the street sign to decide which way to turn and did a double take because I thought I was on a completely different street. In the half a second I took to look back at the sign, I rammed the big toe on my right foot into the half inch of uneven sidewalk. And fell. Slammed really. Onto my right knee. It took most of the fall. Lucky I guess, since I was holding my phone and didn't slam it into the sidewalk. That might have made me turn back and head for home the short way. But since it was just my throbbing knee, I got up and slowly started forward to complete my run.
As I was falling, I dropped my running buddy's leash and he came back to stare in my face as I sat on the ground. I think he was try to protect me from the sidewalk rising up and hitting me again. I'm sure we looked great hanging out on the ground. My pants didn't tear, but I was sure there was a lovely scrape underneath and a bruise that was already thinking about the rainbow of colors it would produce on my knee. I thought about heading back towards home, but as soon as I started walking the pain wasn't bad so I decided to finish out. I ran about a mile on my newly busted knee! Slowly, but I did run it!
After the kids woke up this morning, they were asking me why I was walking funny and I told them my injury story. The Politician proceeded to run, fall, and ask for some medicine and an ice pack for his knee. PT brought me her Nemo Ice Pack and told me that it would make my boo-boo feel better. Then she decided the Politician's game looked more fun so they ran together, fell, and put Nemo on their knees. Quite cute those two can be.
As I type, my knee is showing some gorgeous shades of purple around the edges of the pink scrape and I'm sure there are other less appealing colors coming soon. At least the swelling seems to have gone down a bit. That ice was getting cold.
What made you feel like you can really say you're a runner?? Or dare I say, an athlete!? (I guess I feel like one of those too. Why is it harder to say I'm an athlete, then to say I'm a runner?? That's a thought for a different day, the Enforcer is letting us all know his is quite done with his nap this morning...)
OH and PS, my running buddy is our big black mutt, Bear. I don't generally run with people on leashes...
