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Minor trigger warning: failing at life, and also bleeding a lot.
Yesterday I bought a new pair of jeans to replace my ripped-and-dying ones, and while my pants size has not changed, the process made me feel flabby. Okay, thought I. I shall resume running in the mornings. My job allows me to sleep reasonably late on weekdays, I can woman up and set my alarm half an hour earlier and go for a damn run.
It's not like I'm totally out of shape. I got back into running at the end of the summer and made it a regular habit during that one tragic month of unemployment in September, and I've gone running a few times since moving into my new place. Enough that I have a running route and know how long it takes me and have a whole routine built around it, and stuff. It's just that when it finally got cold around the holidays, I kinda stopped. But today was practically balmy, for winter-in-NYC standards, and though I was not happy to be awake, I put on my shorts and sweatshirt and was off. And it was good! I will never be able to say I ENJOY running, exactly, but there is a certain amount of satisfaction it brings me, plus the endorphins are pretty rad. I ran for about a mile and a half in one direction, then went up a block and turned around to head for home.
I'm assuming it had something to do with still feeling more than half-asleep, but man, I hit an unexpected uneven patch of sidewalk and WIPED THE FUCK OUT. I have never done that before in my life! Okay, lie, I have totally wiped out like that on rollerblades before, and I am quite talented at tripping over things or falling down stairs (shut up, it happens), but I always just kind of bounce right back up again, because when you grow up klutzy you basically have to either master the art of the pratfall or die very young. So I bounced back up and kept going? Except then I realized that I'd kinda whacked my fucking FACE on the pavement when I fell, and something under my lip was kinda dripping blood? And all of the skin on my knee was kinda not there and likewise dripping blood? Also my hands and knuckles were kinda fucked up? And I was still more than a mile out from home and obviously had no cash or anything on me because I'd only planned on running?
So my brain mostly just latched onto the thought that I'd only allotted so much time for running before I had to shower and dress and eat breakfast and go to work, and somehow, I could not handle the prospect of being late for work. So I...started running again. BECAUSE THAT IS LOGICAL. I mean, I knew I couldn't clean myself up until I got home, so the faster I got home, the faster I could STOP BLEEDING. Obviously. So now I'm back at a steady jog, except I'm using the sleeve of my sweatshirt to staunch the somewhat worrying cut under my lip while my hands and knee just kind of drip freely. Amazingly, not a single person I passed on the street even looked at me funny. That's New York for you, I guess. I did stop in a deli at one point and asked for a wad of napkins. That dude DID look at me funny, and he didn't offer to help or anything, but he did give me the napkins, so that helped a bit with the biohazard that was my knee at that point, and also spared my sweatshirt further indignities. And then I just started running again, and kept going until I got home. And fortunately my landlord was loading stuff into his car, so I begged a tube of Neosporin off him (I have band-aids, but no antibiotic stuff). And then I cleaned up and that's pretty much the point at which the adrenaline wore off any EVERYTHING STARTED TO HURT. And also I started getting concerned that the cut under my lip might need stitches? I think it's fine, it finally stopped bleeding a while later, it's not a big cut but it's pretty deep.
I made it to work almost on time! Though I did have to skip breakfast. Which, given the blood loss, not necessarily my smartest move, but a few hours later I snuck out to grab a sandwich, so whatever.
So now I have a big bandage over my bruised and slightly swollen knee, and walking is...interesting, plus two band-aids over my knuckles and one on my palm, assorted less bloody abrasions, and an ugly cut under my lip. And tomorrow morning I have to do one of the Bible readings at my grandmother's memorial service. FUN TIMES.
Moral of this story: exercise is evil, and clearly I should've just slept in.
Yesterday I bought a new pair of jeans to replace my ripped-and-dying ones, and while my pants size has not changed, the process made me feel flabby. Okay, thought I. I shall resume running in the mornings. My job allows me to sleep reasonably late on weekdays, I can woman up and set my alarm half an hour earlier and go for a damn run.
It's not like I'm totally out of shape. I got back into running at the end of the summer and made it a regular habit during that one tragic month of unemployment in September, and I've gone running a few times since moving into my new place. Enough that I have a running route and know how long it takes me and have a whole routine built around it, and stuff. It's just that when it finally got cold around the holidays, I kinda stopped. But today was practically balmy, for winter-in-NYC standards, and though I was not happy to be awake, I put on my shorts and sweatshirt and was off. And it was good! I will never be able to say I ENJOY running, exactly, but there is a certain amount of satisfaction it brings me, plus the endorphins are pretty rad. I ran for about a mile and a half in one direction, then went up a block and turned around to head for home.
I'm assuming it had something to do with still feeling more than half-asleep, but man, I hit an unexpected uneven patch of sidewalk and WIPED THE FUCK OUT. I have never done that before in my life! Okay, lie, I have totally wiped out like that on rollerblades before, and I am quite talented at tripping over things or falling down stairs (shut up, it happens), but I always just kind of bounce right back up again, because when you grow up klutzy you basically have to either master the art of the pratfall or die very young. So I bounced back up and kept going? Except then I realized that I'd kinda whacked my fucking FACE on the pavement when I fell, and something under my lip was kinda dripping blood? And all of the skin on my knee was kinda not there and likewise dripping blood? Also my hands and knuckles were kinda fucked up? And I was still more than a mile out from home and obviously had no cash or anything on me because I'd only planned on running?
So my brain mostly just latched onto the thought that I'd only allotted so much time for running before I had to shower and dress and eat breakfast and go to work, and somehow, I could not handle the prospect of being late for work. So I...started running again. BECAUSE THAT IS LOGICAL. I mean, I knew I couldn't clean myself up until I got home, so the faster I got home, the faster I could STOP BLEEDING. Obviously. So now I'm back at a steady jog, except I'm using the sleeve of my sweatshirt to staunch the somewhat worrying cut under my lip while my hands and knee just kind of drip freely. Amazingly, not a single person I passed on the street even looked at me funny. That's New York for you, I guess. I did stop in a deli at one point and asked for a wad of napkins. That dude DID look at me funny, and he didn't offer to help or anything, but he did give me the napkins, so that helped a bit with the biohazard that was my knee at that point, and also spared my sweatshirt further indignities. And then I just started running again, and kept going until I got home. And fortunately my landlord was loading stuff into his car, so I begged a tube of Neosporin off him (I have band-aids, but no antibiotic stuff). And then I cleaned up and that's pretty much the point at which the adrenaline wore off any EVERYTHING STARTED TO HURT. And also I started getting concerned that the cut under my lip might need stitches? I think it's fine, it finally stopped bleeding a while later, it's not a big cut but it's pretty deep.
I made it to work almost on time! Though I did have to skip breakfast. Which, given the blood loss, not necessarily my smartest move, but a few hours later I snuck out to grab a sandwich, so whatever.
So now I have a big bandage over my bruised and slightly swollen knee, and walking is...interesting, plus two band-aids over my knuckles and one on my palm, assorted less bloody abrasions, and an ugly cut under my lip. And tomorrow morning I have to do one of the Bible readings at my grandmother's memorial service. FUN TIMES.
Moral of this story: exercise is evil, and clearly I should've just slept in.
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Date: 2013-01-10 11:04 pm (UTC)What an awful morning. Hope you aren't feeling too sore today. Also, I love your "oh, I better just keep running so I won't be late for work" internal decision making process - it sounds like exactly what I would do, and then realize was a bit ridiculous only much much later.
Take care of yourself.
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