You're Not Going to Believe This...
I can’t even make this kind of thing up – it’s just too ridiculous.
OK, it all started this morning with chills, AGAIN. I’m wondering if it’s actually the cold medicine itself that’s messing with me. Anyway, as of today, I’m all done with it – it’s not helping, apparently, and is probably contributing to the rest of the mess I’m about to tell you about.
Needless to say the six-miles were a no-go this morning, but tonight I’m going to do them, I don’t care. However bad I feel can’t be as bad as this feeling of turning to jell-o two weeks before the marathon.
Anyway, on to the ridiculous morning. OMG, I can’t even believe I’m going to write about this for the whole world to see – but what the hell.
See, I’m not what you’d call a galactic klutz or anything, but I’ve left my fair share of face impressions on doors and walls, and as of this morning, potted trees.
Ah, the I hope that you’re OK so I can laugh my butt off at you smile. Yes, my friends, I dropped my kids off at preschool, waved bye-bye to them, and damn if I didn’t run completely over a cement planter and evergreen tree on my way to the car.
Yes, I really did. And fortunately my kids had already turned to go with their teachers, and thus, are not scarred for life for having witnessed their mother tackling the shrubbery of their school. However, the guy getting out of his truck, but of course at that very moment, probably pulled a muscle in his neck trying to strangle the guffaw before it became audible.
Now, I had to find a way to play the whole thing off without a deluge of swearing because, well, it REALLY hurt! I managed, “Oh, tell me you didn’t see that!” to which he replied, “Nope, didn’t see a thing!” and we both just laughed (OK, I just nodded and smiled through clenched teeth).
Then I got in the car and pondered what the hell was wrong with me to have somehow found a TREE to run into in the big open parking lot. Was it the cold medicine? Anyway, I looked at my left shin and right knee, and my left shin was red and purple and swelling up and my right knee was bloody! OMG!
OK, I got to school, got some Tylenol, band-aids and ice, and the swelling went down, but you have to understand the are you freakin’ kidding me!? aspect of the entire thing. Two weeks before my race and I get tuberculosis, or whatever this is, and then, yes, actually manage to get my ass kicked by a bush. Sometimes I really don't understand the cycle of things.
Actually, you know what - maybe I do...
“As a man sows he shall reap, and I know that talk is cheap. So the hotter the battle is, the sweeter the victory.” ~ Bob Marley
OK, it all started this morning with chills, AGAIN. I’m wondering if it’s actually the cold medicine itself that’s messing with me. Anyway, as of today, I’m all done with it – it’s not helping, apparently, and is probably contributing to the rest of the mess I’m about to tell you about.
Needless to say the six-miles were a no-go this morning, but tonight I’m going to do them, I don’t care. However bad I feel can’t be as bad as this feeling of turning to jell-o two weeks before the marathon.
Anyway, on to the ridiculous morning. OMG, I can’t even believe I’m going to write about this for the whole world to see – but what the hell.
See, I’m not what you’d call a galactic klutz or anything, but I’ve left my fair share of face impressions on doors and walls, and as of this morning, potted trees.
Ah, the I hope that you’re OK so I can laugh my butt off at you smile. Yes, my friends, I dropped my kids off at preschool, waved bye-bye to them, and damn if I didn’t run completely over a cement planter and evergreen tree on my way to the car.
Yes, I really did. And fortunately my kids had already turned to go with their teachers, and thus, are not scarred for life for having witnessed their mother tackling the shrubbery of their school. However, the guy getting out of his truck, but of course at that very moment, probably pulled a muscle in his neck trying to strangle the guffaw before it became audible.
Now, I had to find a way to play the whole thing off without a deluge of swearing because, well, it REALLY hurt! I managed, “Oh, tell me you didn’t see that!” to which he replied, “Nope, didn’t see a thing!” and we both just laughed (OK, I just nodded and smiled through clenched teeth).
Then I got in the car and pondered what the hell was wrong with me to have somehow found a TREE to run into in the big open parking lot. Was it the cold medicine? Anyway, I looked at my left shin and right knee, and my left shin was red and purple and swelling up and my right knee was bloody! OMG!
OK, I got to school, got some Tylenol, band-aids and ice, and the swelling went down, but you have to understand the are you freakin’ kidding me!? aspect of the entire thing. Two weeks before my race and I get tuberculosis, or whatever this is, and then, yes, actually manage to get my ass kicked by a bush. Sometimes I really don't understand the cycle of things.
Actually, you know what - maybe I do...
“As a man sows he shall reap, and I know that talk is cheap. So the hotter the battle is, the sweeter the victory.” ~ Bob Marley
posted by Wil at 12:36 PM
10 Comments:
This is always my biggest fear...the sky falling before a major race..but, just like how you do in a race..problem solve and go to the next level, sounds like you did..glad to hear you're fine..now stay away from those darn trees..LOL
Too funny about the tree! Sounds like something I would've done.
I'm getting a bit worried about this bug you've got, though. It sounds a lot like what happened to me in January. You can seriously mess yourself up running if you've got any lung congestion going, so I hope I'm misunderstanding you. You really don't want pneumonia, do you? Losing a tiny bit of fitness won't kill your marathon, but bronchitis or pneumonia sure will, and will compromise your training for your other summer events as well.
Please think about it. Every general knows the value of an orderly retreat so you can regroup and fight another day.
Glad you liked my recent bunny pix, btw!
...excuse me for a minute while i wipe up the diet coke that i just sprayed all over my monitor...
ok, so did you at least break off a few branches? i mean, the bush may have gotten in a good shot on you, but ultimately, you showed it who was boss, right?
"...and then, yes, actually manage to get my ass kicked by a bush...
OMG...funny line of the week award goes to...WIL!!!
At least you are making us laugh.
Carry on...
Oh yeah - I still have some pine needles under my nails, it'll think twice about messing with me next time!
Wil, you kill me! Hahahaaa...please hang on a moment while i go find a rag to wipe up the juice i just spit all over my desk :) You're too cute
Ok...so you got your ass kicked by a bush...it's ok! You lived to tell the tale. Make sure you ice and rest.
I share the same problem... I've never injured myself running, never even had a blister, even during the military carrying 60 pounds of gear 15-20 miles in boots made by the cheapest bidder, no injuries ever, but... a week before my first marathon I broke off half my big toe nail getting out of a friends car at a wine festival... last year before my first tri, stubbed the same big toe not once, but twice in the preceding week... go figure.
Hang in there with the race...thing always seem to go crazy before raceday. Just look out for the shrubbery lining the course :-)
Hmm, it could be malaria .... ;) Just trying to be helpful... YOU. WILL. BE. FINE.
Look at the bright side, if you haven't broken out in hives, your not allegric to shrubs, or concrete. At least you figured that out before the marathon.
Just remember that the first guy who ran the marathon, Philepidides, died when got the 'finish' line. If you do better than that...
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