just because you have a titanium arm don't think you're bionic
I thought I'd write a sweet little blog about my daughter turning 18, sweet and honest and hopefully with a lovely knot of truth at the end. Not this week.
I will only say that I ran 13.5 miles on my daughter's 18th birthday. This is something I hadn't even contemplated as possible on any of her previous birthdays. It is possible and yep, I did it.
Today, I woke to pains and twitches, as yesterday when I was doing my easy 50 minute run, I tripped and fell down in a neighborhood street. I remember as I went down that all I could think about was how I would probably just stumble and not fall. I would likely, easily recover from this one. I landed, hard, on my hands and knees. As I stood up, I saw cars slowing and stopping, I waved them on, said I'd be fine. As I started to walk, I realized that was a big lie, my knees hurt, my legs were all stiff and sore and I wasn't fine. I found a deep scrape on my right hand, slid my running pants up and saw two scraped knees. My left arm was fine, not a scratch.
I noticed that one car wasn't driving away, one car parked and a woman got out. A grey haired lady with a twinkle in her eye asked me if I was okay. Then she asked how far I was from home. She thought two miles was too far for me to walk, so she took me home. Martha is her name, and she's one of those people that makes you feel better.
Just because you have a titanium arm doesn't mean you are bionic. My titanium arm actually took the lightest part of the fall. The body is part muscle and nerves and part emotional memory. The injured parts, they forget slowly, they protect themselves at the expense of the other, less damaged parts.
Today I'm sore and achey, but I've definitely been in worse shape and recovered. I've had worse falls. I plan to take Wednesday easy and then on Thursday, wake up and go for a 5 mile run, if everything seems to be back in place. I can handle a stiff, bruised knee.
Thank you Martha.
I will only say that I ran 13.5 miles on my daughter's 18th birthday. This is something I hadn't even contemplated as possible on any of her previous birthdays. It is possible and yep, I did it.
Today, I woke to pains and twitches, as yesterday when I was doing my easy 50 minute run, I tripped and fell down in a neighborhood street. I remember as I went down that all I could think about was how I would probably just stumble and not fall. I would likely, easily recover from this one. I landed, hard, on my hands and knees. As I stood up, I saw cars slowing and stopping, I waved them on, said I'd be fine. As I started to walk, I realized that was a big lie, my knees hurt, my legs were all stiff and sore and I wasn't fine. I found a deep scrape on my right hand, slid my running pants up and saw two scraped knees. My left arm was fine, not a scratch.
I noticed that one car wasn't driving away, one car parked and a woman got out. A grey haired lady with a twinkle in her eye asked me if I was okay. Then she asked how far I was from home. She thought two miles was too far for me to walk, so she took me home. Martha is her name, and she's one of those people that makes you feel better.
Just because you have a titanium arm doesn't mean you are bionic. My titanium arm actually took the lightest part of the fall. The body is part muscle and nerves and part emotional memory. The injured parts, they forget slowly, they protect themselves at the expense of the other, less damaged parts.
Today I'm sore and achey, but I've definitely been in worse shape and recovered. I've had worse falls. I plan to take Wednesday easy and then on Thursday, wake up and go for a 5 mile run, if everything seems to be back in place. I can handle a stiff, bruised knee.
Thank you Martha.
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