I was so looking forward to my Fall races– a Half in Boston, the LBI 18 Miler, the Trenton Half and the Philly Marathon. I’ve already run 4 half marathons and some other races this year, so it was going to be a big racing year for me. I wanted to make sure I made it to the start of the marathon uninjured, so I’ve been doing a lot of cross training–lifting weights, swimming a bit and biking. I really love biking!
On Labor day, I went for a long ride with a couple of friends. It was a great ride! We did some exploring and covered about 25 miles in total. Unfortunately, at the end of the 24th mile, I made a turn a little too sharply and almost went down. In the process of trying to avoid falling my left foot got tangled in the bike frame and I jabbed the back of my leg on the bike sprocket, right above my heal. I couldn’t look at it because I feared what I would see, but my friend Cindy assured me it looked like I cut myself shaving. Determined to shake it off, I got back on my bike and finished the ride.
I took a picture of my injury before I cleaned it off and I’ll spare you from looking at the bloody, gross shot, but let me assure you it was bleeding profusely and was covered in bicycle grease. My biggest fear was that I would need stitches, so after cleaning off I waited for my dear hubby to come home and try to butterfly it. It seemed kind of deep and bled on and off for over a week.
The next day I was off to my primary doctor for a tetanus shot and then a foot/ankle specialist for followup. Both doctors assured me that I was fine and to take it easy but I could resume full activity as soon as I felt better.
On to Boston
Two weeks later I headed to Boston to visit my daughter and to run a half with her fiancé, Will. It was his first half and since I talked him into becoming a runner in the first place, I was excited to join him! I knew he would do so well!
It was very hard for me to admit, but I was not ready to run. I was still walking with a limp and hadn’t tried to run at all until we got out of our cab at the racetrack where the race would start and I tried to jog a bit. That did not go well.
Still refusing to give up, I switched to the 5K and headed to the start line. Attempting to jog to the start was eye-opening for me as I suddenly realized how difficult and painful that it was. The gun went off and the runners took off and I stood in place and had a little cry, as I realized I would not be running that race that day.
Off I went to find my daughter Jess and we had a fun time cheering the runners on as they passed by. I love how happy it makes runners when you read their names on their bibs and shout to them, “Go Michael! You can do this!” or “Nice job Sara, nice job!” It’s also kind of funny to see their looks of confusion as they are thinking, “do I know you?”.
Will did an awesome job running!! He finished in 1:47 and far surpassed his own expectations. I was not surprised, but so happy for him because I knew this wouldn’t be is last half. Even though prior to the race due to pre -race jitters, he had assured me that he would never do this again! That just made me chuckle because that’s what we all say!
After the race we headed to lunch. We walked around a bit (I hobbled) and we finally settled on a restaurant in Quincy Market. Before eating I headed upstairs to find a restroom to change out of my running clothes into something warmer. Right before the restroom door, it was dark and I neglected to see a small ramp. I stepped as if it was flat ground and felt my achilles pop, followed by intense pain. More irony!! I did not run, but ended up with a serious injury a few hours later walking to the bathroom!
Some shots from the race…