After my 1st masters swim class on Saturday, I was SOOOOO excited about this next season. Yes, it turns out my stroke needs A LOT of work, but I am willing to work on it. I started thinking about how much potential I have, and all I have to do is work hard to nurture it. I left the pool feeling refreshed and motivated…
A couple hours later the hubs asked me to ride next to him on my bike while he ran his 14 miles to keep him company. On my first ride outside on my VERY new tri bike, riding VERY slowly, I crashed. It all happened so fast, but I do remember screaming asking Steve if the bike was okay. He told me he didn’t care about the bike, and that he wanted to know if I was okay. Everything pretty much hurt and I was bleeding pretty badly from my left palm and left knee. I told him to go ahead once I stood up, and I would catch up to him once I collected myself. This was not a hardcore crash, but I still felt battered!
We finished out the run/ride, and I didn’t feel any pain except for the superficial wounds until 6pm. My left ankle started throbbing. My head ached. My wrist started hurting. My neck and shoulders started to feel like I had whiplash. I put myself to bed very early, and the chills and fever started. After lying in bed for an hour awake because of the pain, I popped some Aleve and hoped for the best. I started getting paranoid about possibly fracturing my ankle and began googling to see if a fever and fracturing a bone was related. It turns out they are. The good news for me, is that when I awoke in the morning, I still felt like crap but the pain in my ankle had gone down a little. I was still limping though, and after failed attempt at jogging around my living room I knew I had to say no to the 5K.
Yes, a few would say, “You could have walked it,” but really, why?? The only reason I was doing that race was to qualify to start one corral up from where I am scheduled to start right now at Bloomsday. Would the chance of me moving up corrals outweigh the possible further injury of my ankle that could of even kept me from racing that VERY race in 2 weeks or even worse, hindering the rest of my season? The answer to that was a resounding NO.
I have found that the older I get, the less stubborn I have become about my racing or training. I used to be hell bent on completing a workout/race when I was injured or sick, but I’ve come to learn that it just isn’t worth it. If I can heal with rest or light activity in less time than if I just plowed through my workouts, I will do it. This isn’t a free pass to completely slack off, but I feel like I’m getting better at determining the difference between real pain/sickness and normal muscle soreness/fatigue. And you know what all of this is a sign of? Maturity. At least I would like to think so. 😉
Races don’t define me. Running doesn’t define me as a person. Hardwork and determination do. Those traits just happen to be in the form of running, swimming, cycling, etc. A few days off isn’t going to kill me. I’m not going to lie, and tell you I was happy about missing that race yesterday. I felt so left out because my running group was running it. I had picked up my uniform the day before. I was excited, but the truth is: s$%t happens. Life goes on!!
Here is to healing quickly and listening to my body!! We will see how my ankle feels Tuesday for my group run and teaching spin this morning. 😉
Have you ever had to choose between possibly injuring yourself more or sucking up your pride and resting?