I haz a sad.

I’m going to copy part of this straight out of my fitness blog. This describes what happened when I went on a run Friday night with Jo:

I was running, and then, as I said, suddenly I was very much not. The first thing I was aware of was the blinding pain in my right knee, then the sound of my ipod skittering across the pavement in the dark. Then it was like the whole world slowed down so I could feel my face impact with the ground and scrape along behind my ipod. When time sped up again I was one freaking hurting unit.

My right knee was quite badly banged up and has a lovely assortment of scrapes and cuts, my left ankle had been twisted and was not happy, and the palms of my hands and the right side of my face had left DNA samples on the road.

Jo ran over to me and asked “What did you hurt?”. My answer was a pathetic and tear-filled “Everything”. Eventually I recovered myself enough for him to help me off the ground and back onto my feet and we started back to my parents again. I was so angry at myself for falling and not finishing the run that once we came to a well-lit part of town I ran through the pain. Mostly I wanted to feel like I’d finished the run, but Jo later pointed out that it was probably good I ran again right away, despite how much it freaking hurt, because otherwise I’d blow it up in my brain and be afraid to go running again.

I took the weekend off from exercise so that I could heal up, and by yesterday I was doing pretty good. I did a stretching workout in the morning and felt up to running in the afternoon. I had a nice run with Jo and Danica, then we stopped and stretched in the park. I felt fantastic as we were walking home, and then suddenly, for no reason at all, I fell. Again.

This time I twisted my right ankle (which is already my bad one) quite badly. I’m doing the RICE thing with it and trying not to feel too sorry for myself (or be too hard on myself for being unable to walk without injuring myself) but it’s difficult. I won’t be able to workout like I have been for probably at least a week, which especially sucks since I’d been doing the Couch to 5k thing with Danica and started P90x yesterday. That’s all on hold for a little while now, while I heal up.

*sigh*

It’s funny, too, how an injury to one part of your body will effect your body as a whole. It’s my ankle that’s hurt, and only my ankle, but I’m freaking exhausted today and completely unable to focus on anything. Well, anything other than my ankle LOL

It sucks. I fully recommend not falling down if you can help it, and especially not twice in four days.

Take care of you.