I know the title begs explanation, but I'm going to leave you in suspense on the running front for ONE minute while I give a shout out to Lucky Girl Crafts (boys, stay with me, I promise we'll be back to all things athletic shortly!). Not only did my July kit (which I just ordered last week at a sale price) arrive in lightning speed, but they have some great products and blog fun going on. Not to mention a fabulous design team (that may or may not include The Beastie). :) Thank you again for doing such an awesome giveaway last week!
Ok, the irony and the running. After my 18-miler on Saturday I was feeling pretty good about things. I decided to do a medium-distance recovery run today. The weather was beautiful. I was breezing through my run, just enjoying the time. Exploring a neighborhood I don't know very well. Then, out of freaking nowhere--again--my shoe caught a chunk of uneven sidewalk and I went flying. Unlike last time, however, I got up to discover that my hand was bleeding fairly spectacularly. "Didn't anyone see me fall? Can't anyone tell that I'm bleeding?" I thought. Then I saw an older couple walking a dog, and it looked like they were heading back to their house. So I approached them for help. They seemed a little skeptical for about 4 seconds, until they saw my hand, then they helped me get cleaned up. I was so thankful that they were there.
So, what's the irony in all this? My shirt. My freaking shirt.
The bandage my neighbors helped me with, before telling me to just run in the street for safety.
And the wound itself. It's actually much worse than it looks in this picture. I'll spare you the details except to say I'm on about my 3rd set of band aids today. And btw, why in the world am I smiling?!?
Seriously, couldn't I have put on ANY OTHER running shirt today? Did I really have to tempt fate like that?
So I cut my planned 5 miles back to just over 4 and called it a day. Wish my poor hand a speedy recovery!
481.5 + 4.3 = 485.8 miles