A few weeks ago, I wrote a love letter to Icy Hot, a by-product of the running injury I mentioned a few times. The only way I can explain the presence of said injury is I apparently overextended myself. Which led to a sacral ligament strain. Which, in my experience, was basically my butt saying “I have done enough, Saretta, and I will no longer bear the burden of pushing your legs around.”
Luckily, my Mom is a Chiropractor and knows how to put me back together. So off I went, several times a week at first, as Mom encouraged my muscles to hold my body together. I waddled around like an old lady for quite a while, slowly building back up, running slowly and sparingly.
Until I went to visit my family and my Dad asked “How many miles do you have on your shoes?”
Uh, not very many, Dad, I don’t run like you and my sisters, remember?
But that got me thinking. Maybe I did need new shoes! And, most amazingly, Nate thought that was a fine idea, and off we went to DSW to buy new running shoes.
Mine are green. A step out from my typical blue and silver, but nothing too wild.
This story isn’t really about my injury – which I’ve mostly recovered from – or my new shoes. It’s about how the pavement and I became good friends. Because, you see, running has conspired against me. And during a totally typical, nothing-out-of-the-ordinary, route-I-run-all-the-time run, I tripped over a non-existent bump in the concrete and hit the pavement. Right in front of a super nice guy, who was walking down the sidewalk, singing and tossing a soccer ball.
I have to say, I fell spectacularly. I did a nice roll, and even managed to keep ahold of the house key I run with in my right hand. I somehow remembered what my Mom drilled into my memory as a kid – stay loose, fall like Raggedy Ann. Luckily I was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt, because my shoulder hit pretty hard but I escaped with only scratches and bruises there.
My knees, however, were not so lucky.
I’ve mostly recovered from this accident, too. I even wore a skirt without tights to work a few days ago, and no one noticed my knees, even though everyone at work knew about my fall.
One day I’ll get back to running, and I hope more of my running stories will be about great times and fun races instead of injuries.