My Scabby Knee
A quick update on weight and fitness… my weight is hovering around 184 – 186 with the lowest being 183.5 earlier this week. I have been running in preparation for the half marathon and eating fairly well. I think this is what has kept my weight down. I have avoided blogging because I was hoping to announce my weight dropping below 182 but alas, that hasn’t happened yet.
Unfortunately, two weeks ago I had a nasty mishap while running. With babies and Sebastian settling back into their morning routine, and yours truly settling back into late night calls, checking e-mails, meetings, spending time with Terrific Tess etc, it’s been hard to maintain running in the early morning. On a few occasions I have managed to get a run in during the evening.
One Wednesday night Tess had a wonderful dinner prepared but allowed me to skip out for a quick run before we ate. The previous evening we had measured 10 K in the car from a wet weekend run I completed in the pouring rain. When I first did the run I thought it was only 7 K but we discovered differently via the car. I was freshly motivated and on this particular run going faster than normal. As I dashed out of the house, cool techno coursing through my ears, I planned on running the 10 K again if quick enough, but if not then I’d grab a taxi home halfway through the run.
At the start of my run, just a few minutes from home, I ran by a construction site when “TICK”… left leg gave way after foot caught on unprotected pipe stretched across sidewalk. SMASH… landed hard on left knee. Body twisted to the right… CRUNCH… right knee hit sidewalk. Concrete scraped across right side of knee… continued twisting as body came to a stop while right arm and hip bumped along the sidewalk. All this happened in about two seconds.
I will refrain from sharing my mind’s thoughts, but it had something to do with my opinion of Hong Kong construction rules… or lack thereof. I was in extraordinary discomfort and SO angry. I hobbled around for a minute trying to determine how serious my injuries. There were a dozen pebbles embedded between my two palms. I later had fun digging them out in the shower. My knees, right leg and right arm were a mess but there were no sharp pains indicating a serious injury inside. I was about to head home when I heard inside my head, “run it out.”
"Run it out, hmmm…” I thought. I was in a great deal of numbing pain. The scrapes were also starting to sting like mad as bodily fluids rushed to the scene to begin repairs. “Okay, I thought, I’ll run it out for a few minutes to see how I feel.” I knew that the next two days my knees would be quite sore from the bruising. If I didn’t get a run in now, I might not run again for several days. I was also bitterly angry at the world. My fury needed to be vented so I started to run. Next thing I knew I had managed to knock-off 6 KM. By that time sweat mixing with blood was making a nice little design down my left leg. I decided to call it a night, hopped in a taxi to return home and commenced the clean up. The next few days saw some spectacular skin pyrotechnics on both knees.
