It's week three of training for the Ironman, I'm feeling generally well. Although after a longer run on an indoor track due to rain this week I felt an odd twinge in my left quad along with lower back pain. I've taken kindly to my heating pad though and despite the minimal discomfort continue to be able to complete work outs. Speaking of which I've completed a 92% of my scheduled workouts thus far. I'm hoping to be even more consistent (read more about this below). I am getting into the swing of things, getting up early before work to be in the line of 5am gym goers, leaving work on time to return to the gym for another session, and very occasionally missing an evening session with a planned make-up to visit with friends over a Happy Hour or other event. Some aches, some pains, but mostly satisfaction knowing that I'm well on my way to the Ironman start and finish line.
Last week I fell while running outside, yes, I've always been somewhat of a klutz - I feel as though I was frequently injured (not severely, thankfully) as a competitive gymnast and a child. This has unfortunately continued into adulthood. Although prior to last year I had stayed relatively accident free in my triathlon life. Last year I suffered two bike accidents and one blown tire all in a four week period - so at least it's sporadic. And this continues this year. I fell while running outside in public, I was mortified as I hit the ground on the place called the pedestrian bridge in downtown Nashville. I can claim that the sun was just rising and I just didn't see the slight (minuscule) elevation change in the pavement. But really what happened was I was scraping my feet up this bridge which like much of Nashville contains quite the hill. It was silly nevertheless and as I searched for witnesses I saw none although just moments before I had said hello to other's making their way across the bridge. I bruised up my right hip as I fell and had a small abrasion on the palm of my left hand, my right hand was spared because I was carrying a water bottle in it. This is nothing compared to the accident (non sport related) that occurred the very next day after long spin and some weights. I was moving my shower caddy into my gear bag and as I shoved the caddy down the guard on the razor slipped deeply cutting my left ring finger. It was quite bloody and terribly painful. I was thankful to have a nurse at work who didn't look but did assist with applying more pressure to the wound that was continuing to bleed. She assessed based upon my description that the wound would not be a candidate for stitches - it is deep and circular in shape near the tip and nail of the finger. Because of the cut I remained out of the water for the remainder of the week. No swimming :( I missed a long run as well because I decided to take a weekend with friends to see a show in Knoxville, TN and decided to catch a Lady Vols Basketball Game (the first in the women's tournament).
I've always told friends and family that people always come first, my folks definitely taught me this. I'm thankful to be able to prioritize in that way. I know many athletes - casual age groupers both runners and triathletes that miss out on life moments with friends to get the follow the plan get 100% of their training accomplished. I think it's super important to stick to a plan and follow it closely, but this Ironman experience is going to be so much better when I see my friends and family out on the race course and at the finish line. They'll have experienced to and probably will have heard one too many stories about my klutzy self or workout that was not as expected, whether you read it through this blog or hear it over a beer at a Happy Hour. Moments like these are important to me to share the journey with the people that make my life a happy and fruitful journey. Thanks for reading!
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