Since Vegas I haven't run further than about 9k, luckily all my runs so far have been with members of the vegas crew so running slow, taking the flat route and walking the last couple miles to 'cool down' are pretty standard for all our runs. However the winter group starts again next week so I really need to do some 'real' runs this week. So when someone called last night and asked if I would like to run this morning I said yes.
This someone (I have changed names to protect the innocent), is our running coach .... let's call him ... hmmm ... 'John'. It seemed like a good idea last night, but this morning I was suffering performance anxiety. It's like inviting friends over for dinner and then finding out one of them is bringing Rachel Ray. I collected 'John' just before 8am and we headed out to the park.
Our run started out great, I was captivated by every word he said. The path was a little icy this morning, something 'John' commented on a couple times. As we finished the loop, he headed up the hill, what an amazing coach, pushing me, making me work harder when obviously I have no interest in doing so.
At the bottom of the hill I could hear some runners behind us, I turned and my foot caught on some ice. BAM. Down I went. I am not 100% sure, but he may have pushed me while trying to get the attention of the runners behind us. As I lay in the icy puddle wondering if I would walk again or freeze to death, I waved to 'John' as he ran off with the three female runners.
I'm fine .. honest ... no you go on ... I watched his sunny blonde locks disappear into the distance.
what really happened
This is what actually happened ...
Our run started out great, I was captivated by every word he said. The path was a little icy this morning, something 'John' commented on a couple times. As we finished the loop, he headed up the hill ... at this point I realized I was going to have to ditch him ... I didn't sign up for hills. I knew there were three runners from our group behind us, so if I slowed down enough for them to catch us I could persuade him to run with them.
At the bottom of the hill, my foot hit some ice and I gracefully, as a ballerina, slid to the ground. I didn't feel anything when I got up, but noticed the three girls were heading up the other hill. I suggested he run with them, I would be fine ... after much convincing ... off he went. Success! The four of them caught up to me near the end of the run
Seriously, I only joke cause he has a great sense of humour. He is an awesome coach, and had he thought for one moment I was hurt he would of definitely called 911 before he ran off with the ladies!
Ouch! I'm glad you are okay. I've fallen on runs before, but it's usually because I'm clumsy. I wish I had ice as an excuse.
Here's to a great 2007.
double ouch!