Falling Is Not Fun

I fell while running this morning and I’m not happy about it. So, get ready for a rage post.

Folks, I’m SO frustrated. I’ve been in a slump for a month and a half. There have been times where I thought I was making a comeback, only to fall back into my lazy, unmotivated ways. I don’t know what caused this slump and I was starting to mentally struggle with it. Thankfully, our crazy weather started to taunt me and after a really good weekend, I was ready to get back out there. So, I hit the pavement this morning. LITERALLY. WITH MY FREAKING KNEES. ONE WEEK BEFORE MY CLEVELAND HALF MARATHON TRAINING OFFICIALLY STARTS. ARE YOU KIDDING?!

I’m going to have to take some time off to let the scabbing do its job, let the swelling (especially in my right knee) go down, and ensure that my joints are ready for training before I dive in. And, you know what? IT SUCKS. Setbacks like these are hard and this is too fresh for me to sugar coat. My scabs haven’t even coated the actual wounds yet.

It looks like I’m growing a new tiny knee below my actual knee.

I’m oozing plasma and rage at the moment. Sorry.

Also, sorry if these photos gross you out.

But, there are some positive thoughts leaking into my head already (thankfully).

A couple of hours into living with this injury, I can already say that I feel better about my knees this time around.

July 28, 2013

The first time I fell while running, my right knee caught ALL of the impact and I had swelling around and, likely, under my kneecap for months. My knees started clicking when I bent them and there were occasional bouts of crippling pain while running. The pain was so bad that I went to the doctor a few days before getting married to make sure I would be able to manage my pain and walk down the aisle. (Spoiler: I did it. I also got prescribed some gigantic beefed up anti-inflammatory pills and the resident laughed at me. No, I didn’t slap him.)

July 30, 2013

The second time I fell running, I had learned my lesson with my knees and while flying through the air, caught myself on my elbow. Sounds brutal, but hurt way less in the long run.

July 6, 2014 (yes, my arms are THAT hairy)

I was even showing off some nice healing scabs at work a few days later.

July 9, 2014

And here I am, 2.5 years later. I guess I just have to fall every so often to be reminded that I’m not as swift on my feet as I think.

Here’s to all of the strength training (hello, arms and abs) I’ll be doing this week to prep for my heavy running schedule for the next 11 weeks.



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