There I was 1.1 miles into a 4 miler tonight when my foot came down crooked and rolled under me.
I heard/felt a pop as I went down like a sniper took me out.
My first reaction was to roll out of it and grab my ankle to assess the damage. All I could think about was the marathon and how long I might be out if this were a break. Luckily it felt fine, I grabbed all around and poked and prodded.
Then it started to swell, and by started I mean it went from looking puffy to looking like my body was falling apart inside and pooling up on the side of my ankle.
A woman and her son came running up to me. Luckily it looked like my ankle was destroyed and there was blood from my knees oozing everywhere, or that would have been embarrassing. :)
Since I was a mile from my car on the trail, the woman prepared to carry me out. And I think she intended to do it. But, I told her that I had a good 80 pounds on her and that it was probably best if we flagged down a golf cart. She agreed, but I really think she would have tried. Then another man and woman came on the scene, and the man went to get help.
Then a man in a golf cart brought the man back and I lumbered into the cart. The man took me to my car, where I hobbled around and drove home.
Laying on the floor in our living room, I called Shelly and asked her to come home from her mom’s to help me…heh, that sucked, but it was super hard to get around.
So, after consulting my doctor on IRC…since it wasn’t bruising we have decided to wait upon the morn to see what happens.
Bleh.
Not for the squeamish (I say that because I hate looking at crap like this) :
TPIWWP
As long as it’s not broken, and I don’t think it is, I am pretty sure I can still make Harrisburg.
