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Fumble, Stumble and Fall

Or tumble down a hill, as the case may be.

It’s taper week. And I’m finding it tough. It’s weird. But my half marathon is next Saturday and I’m determined to do everything I can to have a great experience. ๐Ÿ™‚

For my taper, I’m trying to decrease the

and mileage

of my runs.

If I usually run four days a week, then this week it’s three, and next week only one run before race day.

(Of course, I replaced the 6k Thursday run I skipped with two hours of biking… So it wasn’t actually a rest day.)

I lowered my long run distance today to only 16km as well, which was tough. Because I definitely felt like I wanted to keep on running.

Today was strange.

I woke up convinced that something was going to happen. The last time I was a week away from a half marathon and in good running shape and uninjured I ran a 14k trail race for a practice run and twisted my ankle badly enough to have to skip the HM.

So, I almost expected something similar to happen today. I was actually kinda afraid to go out there and run. It’s just that I really wanted to.

Now. Perhaps you can call what happened the power of suggestion, or perhaps I really do suffer from a HM curse….

I kitted myself up in the exact same gear I plan to use next Saturday and hit the trails.


Four kilometres in, I was coming down a tiny little gravelly hill. The next thing I knew I was flying through the air. I tried to relax and hit the ground softly, but still pushed my hands in front to protect my face, so they took the main impact.

I then rolled down the hill. On gravel. :/

Not a recommended pastime.

I lied for a second, evaluating if anything was broken, pretty certain that was it for this HM as well. To my surprise, my legs and feet felt fine. ๐Ÿ™‚ There were bloody gashes on the side of my left leg and knee where the gravel had torn off the skin and a bloody piece of skin the size of my thumbnail hanging from the palm of my left hand with a small rock lodged in the flesh beneath….

But that was it for the visible injuries.

I took one of my water bottles and washed the dirt out. (See, carrying clean water on your runs is good for other things besides hydration as well. ;))

I did this while already jogging forward. The moment I realised my legs could still carry me, I made the decision to continue my run.

During the cleaning the wounds process, I discovered a more troublesome thing – my supposedly uninjured right wrist was aching fiercely and for some reason I couldn’t move my thumb at all and it was really painful to move the fingers as well.

I had a moment of oh-f-i-broke-it panic, but figured it would have hurt even more then and a sprain or just nerve pain from the impact was more likely. I fixed it in place with the Buff off my head (see, useful things) and carried on.

At some point adrenaline and endorphins really kicked in, because that’s the only way I can explain what a good run this turned out to be afterwards. I mean, my wrist was swelling, there was blood running down one of my legs and dripping from my fingertips from the palm wound and all I could think was…

This is so much fun!

I probably looked like a maniac with my goofy grin and bloody appearance to the people who saw me.

(Amongst these were three wedding parties taking pictures in the lovely wooded areas. It’s the season.)


A good pace for a long run with a fall ๐Ÿ™‚

Back home I wrapped my wrist with an Ace bandage and hours later it still hurts a lot, but my thumb is mobile again, so yay for that. ๐Ÿ˜€

As I undressed and my muscles cooled, I discovered I was a wee bit more banged up than I’d thought – left hip and upper thigh are one gigantic bruise and the same for my left upper arm. These look like the kind of things which are gonna hurt a whole lot more tomorrow.

To add insult to injury, I chipped the corner of my phone screen even in the armband. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ At least it still works.


You might think I’ve just done a whole lot of complaining.

I’m elated! ๐Ÿ˜€ I passed my week before race cursed run with the ability to still run. All this stuff might hurt like a bitch, but none of it is going to stop me from racing my first HM next Saturday.

All I need to get through now are two more runs. 6k tomorrow and 8k on Tuesday. Cross your fingers that the curse has been broken! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Any awesome week til HM tips I should know?




One thought on “Fumble, Stumble and Fall

  1. Gravel tears you up but I think it’s actually softer than hitting asphalt ๐Ÿ™‚

    Take it easy this week and you’ll be fine for your half marathon.

    PS. I have run with bloody knees as well, used water to clean wounds as well and still have a sore wrist from a fall couple of months ago ๐Ÿ˜ What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.

    Posted by MrsB | June 15, 2013, 7:23 pm

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