So yesterday night I was so excited. I’ve been running for a year or so, seriously training since March, with the idea of running the Hartford marathon in October. Recently I’ve been doing my long runs with a couple who are training for the San Francisco marathon in July, which has been great because the husband is a great route-planner and the wife and I are like, identical pace-twins. We did ten miles, no sweat; 11, piece of cake.
They were all signed up for the Brooklyn half-marathon today, so I signed up too, a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve been super-excited about it, telling all my friends, checking the weather forecast hourly, etc. etc. Last night, the only thing missing from my race-day checklist was sunscreen. Zack had to stop by his office anyway, so we decided to take a nice walk down there and get sunscreen on the way back.
And this is what happened.
In case you can’t tell, that’s a two-inch gash. In my head. Held together with four stitches. How did this happen, you ask? Well, it involved me, excitedly bounding down a short flight of stairs and cracking my skull on a nasty bit of low-hanging ceiling. It didn’t even hurt, really, just stunned me, but then when I held my hands to my head I realized it was gushing blood and I probably wasn’t going to get to run today. I have to say it was one of the most disappointing moments I have experienced. Top 5.
But, as my dad says, I could have sprained my ankle and not been able to run for weeks.
Still. Bummer.
I am truly sorry about the gash – it hurt just reading about it- glad to see it has not stifled your running routine