So remember how I told you about how October was going to be pretty crazy?? Yeah…my lack of posting is in direct correlation to that very statement. Since October 1st hit, it has been a whirlwind of activity…and I have LOVED it! I literally have never felt a month go by so fast in my life! We’ve had house guests pretty much since the 1st, and they’ve all been sooooo wonderful! 🙂
I do, however, have a story for you 🙂
This past Saturday, Nick and I wanted to get a workout in before the day was over. We decided on doing a 3-mile loop for time. Now, trust me, I was not so disillusioned that I thought I was actually going to be running with Nick the whole time…and sure enough, after about thirty seconds, he was pulling away.
I was feeling pretty good. The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and I didn’t feel like my lungs were about to explode…whats NOT to love? 🙂 After about 1.5 miles, I turn right onto Water Street from Lothrop…and within a matter of seconds (without having any clue as to HOW this happened…) I found myself face first down on the tar. Hands splayed out in front of me, the entire first layer of skin taken clean off my left knee and elbow, and worse yet…my pride shattered. I look around to see if anyone saw, and thankfully, not a soul in sight. My hands, elbow and knees are numb and covered in blood…and after a few moments I think, “I could sit here longer, limp home, put on a pouty face….OR, I could get my bum off the ground, keep running and attempt to at least not DESTROY my time for this run” (my time for the 3-mile loop was 30 minutes, and for some reason, I just couldn’t break it!).
I get up, palms unable to close, and I start running toward home. At one point, I look down and notice that my leg has blood running down my shin…but I realize that walking will only allow it to run further. I run by a man sitting in a chair outside his shop, and with his mouth wide open, and deadpan eyes, he says, “whats up….?” in the same deadpan tone as his stare. I’m pretty sure he thought I was crazy.
Just as I turn the last big bend before I’m home, I step on a rock the size of a tennis ball and roll my left ankle. At this point, tears come to my eyes and I REALLY think about just walking the last little bit home, but the stubborn, pig-headed competitor in me decided against it.
Now TYPICALLY, on the last little straight away I sprint home, but this time I kept my pace steady. I could see Nick at the end of the driveway holding the timer, ready to push stop as soon as I crossed the “finish line”. He was yelling to me to pick it up, that I was almost there, and other various supportive things 🙂 I kept moving the same pace.
As I crossed the line he clicks stop and yells “YEAH BABY!! 27 MINUTES FLAT!! You shaved three minutes off your run!!!!”
It was only then that he noticed the blood running down my leg and the other assortment of purples and blues on my legs and arms.
At this point, do you think I REALLY cared??? I shaved three minutes off my 3 mile…and broke a time that I found impossible to break…all while leaving a piece of me permanently with Beverly forever 🙂 What a productive run that was 🙂