You may recall the unfortunate story of that time I went running and ran headfirst into a bus stop pole. Ouch. That morning I had been headed out to do my 26km training run for Goofy Challenge. Needless to say, I never did complete the run. However, my Goofy teammates (and many other people in our Run Club) got a real kick out of the story and were eager to help me stay safe on future runs...
|Not quite a running helmet but it was good|
for a laugh!
Unfortunately, Friday morning was a totally gross day weather-wise. 5 degrees and pouring rain the whole morning. No big deal. I've invested in tons of rain gear over the years and in fact, was quite looking forward to a few hours out on the road by myself. I headed out and the first part of my run was uneventful. It was raining lightly but I was warm and feeling great.
It was somewhere around 13-14km that I realized I was actually feeling awesome! It was raining harder but the run was going well. I was dressed right and felt really good. I happened to be out in the country on this part of my run and it was just peaceful and relaxing. I was really pleased with my pace too. I'm sure all the people driving by thought I was nuts being out there in the rain and the puddles but I just smiled and carried on. This was definitely one of those brilliant mezamashii runs Mizuno talks about.
Anyhow, a few kilometres later I turned down Old Yale Road and started heading back towards downtown Langley. Old Yale is a just that, old and the surface is a patched-up mix of cracked old concrete and asphalt. It's one of those roads where you really need to watch your step but it's a quiet country road too so it's a nice place to look around and enjoy the scenery.
I guess I wasn't watching carefully enough because all of a sudden, I took a step and kind of squealed a little. I looked down to see that as I struck with my right foot, my heel fell down into a little pothole on the down strike. It wasn't very deep but was enough to overextend my calve and cause me to yelp a little. Things felt a little strange but generally okay so I carried on and hoped I hadn't done any damage.
The rest of my run carried on pretty good. Around 17km I passed the Running Room and the pole I ran into all those months ago. I made sure to step carefully around it this time and I carried on. I had a little under 10km to go and I was on the home stretch. The rain was just starting to pick up as I climbed the biggest hill of the run, which wasn't actually all that big. By the time I got to the top it had changed to a full-on downpour. Brrr! At one point I hid under a tree and pulled out the spare pair of gloves I had brought along. My fingers had gotten pretty wet and cold by now and pulling on that dry pair of gloves was like heaven...
|This is me totally freezing and hiding under a tree|
And then with just a km or two left the rain was suddenly coming at me sideways and the huge winds picked up! It was miserable! I was totally drenched, my leg hurt and I was ready to be done. How did my awesome, peaceful, relaxing mezamashii run turn into this? Ha ha. I laughed out loud at myself a little and ran the rest of the way home. When I finally stepped into the house I could barely even pull my gloves off because my fingers had gotten so cold in the soaking rain!
I peeled off my soaking wet clothes in the front entrance and grabbed my housecoat before collapsing on the floor and icing my poor calve. And as i was sitting there totally freezing, icing my aching my leg I realized that the 26km training run is cursed for me! First it was the pole and a concussion and this time it was a hole and a hurt calve muscle! There is definitely a 26km curse.
Anyhow, my leg ached and hurt all day and all the next day. I could barely lift my foot enough to go up or down the stairs. I was starting to get really worried. What was I going to do if I really damaged something in there or tore something. All kinds of horrible thoughts were going through my head. I have lots of plans this year and was getting all panicky I wouldn't be able to do them!
We actually attended an awards ceremony on Saturday night and surprisingly, my heels were far more comfortable for my calve. I guess walking on my toes alleviated the strain on the muscle I pulled and it didn't bother me all night...
|What? High heels more comfy than runners?|
But seriously, the 26km curse is alive and well. I think I'll skip this run next time around...