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Sundays are the potholes of life. Half Marathon Results.
Is big, amazing news always followed by bad news?
So the Half Marathon was yesterday…. It did not go so well.
We got there early, waited in the horrendous bathroom lines, tied and retied our shoes, and were ready to go! It was downpouring, but we were there to do it! We started and went up the first hill and turned to the right. PB high fived me and said wow this is going to be so much fun! He did a “ring check” where I made sure my ring was still on and let it sparkle in the rain haha..
Well… about a quarter to a half of a mile in someone tried to get in front of me.. (I would like to add that he was a major jerk- he pretty much pushed me, in a way) I was only looking straight ahead… not to the sides.. I stepped to the side and… stepped straight into a deep, wet, pothole, and fell flat on my face. Yep, I’m not lying.. this really happened. I tried to get up, determined that I could keep going, but I couldn’t even move. My fiance (=D) scooped me up and brought me to the side so no one would trample us… and the ambulance came (I’m still not joking)
Four hours later and I left the hospital with a sprained ankle, crutches, tons of abrasions on my left thigh, a bruised and cut up knee, and cuts and bruises on my hands (and I scratched the band of my engagement ring! :'( ) I am taking it today to be polished (and resized).
I am SO upset. About 12 weeks of preparations and training for what? A stupid injury from a stupid pothole.. It kind of said to be future husband.. This is what you’re in for, baby!
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P.S. It was so ridiculous that we were actually cracking up by the end, unless that was the painkillers they gave me? Who knows.
P.P.S. PB (my FIANCE) was so amazing! He scooped me right up like Superman and brought me to the side, and he really took care of me. He is so amazing, I am even more in love with him. (Sorry we couldn’t do the race PB!!!!)
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OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1) FREAKING CONGRATULATIONS ON THE ENGAGEMENT! RING PIC PLEASE!
2) I’m so sorry about the half marathon…but on the bright side. You are going to have a HILARIOUS story to tell for the rest of your days! 🙂
Feel better soon!!
hey whoever said running wasn’t a fierce sport lie. ive been tripped during races, and am guilty of cutting people off during really tough xc races… i try not to do this during road races since not everyone is in it to win… ahh i sound like a bitch
also drafting off of people. yes during the half marathon i did in march there was a windy part by the water and I was totally on some dude’s shoulder using him to block the wind. he turned around to me, and several others that had the same idea and was like cool you’re effing using me to draft off of.
haha
sorry about the injury. I mean at least it tested your future hubby’s dedication to you. not that you ever doubted that but perhaps you can find the good out of the bad. take care of that ankle and get pumped for your next race!
Wow – I like hearing everyone’s comments!!! Definitely good to have some insight!!
wow that is ridiculous! At least you have a sweet fiance to help you through it!
Oh my GOD my heart goes out to you!!!!!! What a horrible thing for someone to do to you. I was also worried about potholes yesterday (that were filled with water). I can only imagine how upset you were. I am so glad that you were able to laugh about it at the end (even if it was a result of tha painkillers- haha!).
Awww! I’m sorry, what a crazy disappointing experience. But it is sweet that you got to see the caring and love of your fiance in action, that’s always a good thing!
🙁 That stinks! I’m glad you have such a caring and supportive fiance. I hope your body heals quickly and your ring can be fixed.
People stink in races, they only care about themselves, which is sad. Glad you had support there with you. You would have be fine if it weren’t for the jerk having no course ettiquite. Running ettiquite, especially in races is definately decreasing as I run more races.
I got tripped in the last 1/4 mile of the RNR Dallas Half last year. The guy who did it never turned around or helped me. I got up all bloody and battered and finished ahead of him. I was fortunate to only have Unfortunately first aid was lacking, they handed me a bandaid and that’s it. I was gushing blood from my elbow, hip, and knee. I have some nice literal “battle scars”. They healed, but the hole in my hip took almost 2 months 🙁
There will always be another race. I know it stinks, but at least you have a super amazing fiance to get you through this hurdle. I think everything happens for a reason…maybe it was to show you just how great your marriage will be. To show you he’ll always pick you up when you fall, even when it’s literally…