I am a dork.
Of this I am well aware. But hey, admitting it’s the first step right so at least I’ve come that far
In the five or so years that I’ve really been into long distance running, I can honestly not think of a time I’ve had a running related injury. Prior to my rebirth as a runner, especially all through high school when I was a sprinter, I had lots of knee trouble, but that actually seems to have rectified itself since I started running longer. Maybe it was finally finding the right shoe or the right orthotic. Or maybe, just maybe, I finally was able to strengthen those chicken leg quads of mine enough to pull that knee cap where it’s supposed to go. I don’t really know for sure, but I can tell you it doesn’t hurt anymore which is just fine by me.
Now, before you toss out that lucky girl card, you should know this: In that same 5 year time frame, I HAVE had to take time off running for NON-Running related injuries. Injuries that were caused by things like some fluke water bottle flying out of the refrigerator when I opened the door and landing on my big toe in just the right place in just the right way so that I seriously thought I broke it. Or opening my car door into my upper thigh causing a massive contusion . You know, things like that (apparently, I have problems opening doors.)
Well, yesterday afternoon, I had another one. On my way down to the basement to workout, I decided to take with me the big giant box of ornaments I had just taken off the tree and wrapped up to put away in storage til they get called for duty next year. Now, that box was not tremendously heavy or anything but it was big and I really couldn’t see below me. No problem. I walk down those stairs every day pretty much. But in my anxiousness to go get that workout in before the Tiger and the Peanut woke from their naps (yep! Two sleeping at once! See! You’d be excited too), I missed a few steps. I thought I was on the last one and so I took a step forward rather than down and well, that’s exactly where I went. Down.
I fell. Now, don’t panic. I didn’t break anything (not even an ornament, at least I don’t think so) and it was only a few steps. I mostly broke my fall with that ornament box and my knees, although my knees seemed to bounce back fairly quickly. But I also somehow manage to catch my left foot on a step, which sort of bent it backwards and twisted it. Something my left ankle did NOT appreciate.
So yeah, I opted for the bike yesterday instead of a run. Today, my ankle is still a little sore and puffy and although highly tempted to just suck it up and go run, I thought perhaps I should play it safe and so the bike it was again today.
But why am I telling you all this? What’s the moral of this extraordinarily clumsy story? (Other than let somebody else carry the big boxes downstairs?) It’s this: Yes, sometimes people get hurt running, but so do people get hurt in a million different ways in the course of daily life. You might as well be fit doing something you enjoy in the process. So I think the next time somebody tells you some version of,“Running’s not good for you,” you should feel free to reply with something to the effect of, “Yeah I know! And do you know what else isn’t good for you? Christmas ornaments! (Or water bottles, or car doors, or whatever random bizarro non-running related cause of injury you’ve dealt with which I would love to hear in the comments by the way so that I know I’m not the only silly fool injuring herself in absurd ways).
And on another note, who votes my husband carries the Christmas tree downstairs?
P.S. Remember those running mama bumper/window stickers I gave away a while back? I’m giving some away again!!! If you missed it, that post is here.