Went boom ... well, more accurately, I went Boom Boom - since there was a flip involved. And not a fancy Greg Louganis/Mary Lou Retton type flip... but a floppy dying fish/Wide-World-of-Sports- agony-of-defeat type flip. And to be even more accurate, I went Boom Boom Boom! Boom.
The first boom was my hip-
The second was an elbow/shoulder combo-
The third (the big one) was my head-
And the fourth was the flip and landing. On the yellow line. In the middle of the road. Sort of like roadkill.
The truly sucky thing - other than the concussion, hip injury and multiple bruises - is that it has knocked me out of training for at least a few days. I can barely walk, let alone run. I can't bike - at least not until I get a new helmet and get my bike checked out. And swimming is out of the picture until I get my nausea and wooziness under control.
What's even more nuts is that I'm bummed about it.
Let's all remember there was a time not that long ago when I would have given nearly anything to have this excuse or really ANY excuse to not run (or bike... or swim... or rinse and repeat.. Really, anything that required effort). That's what a season of triathloning will do for you, I guess.
Then again, maybe my brain really IS injured.
It seems nuts to me that I went from being The Girl Who Would Never Run (unless being chased and/or couldn't find a cozy place to hide), to the girl who "does this". It's crazy that a year ago I was dreading ... DREADING …a 20-minute run and a week ago I decided on the fly that I would run a half-marathon because "it would be good training" ... Training for what, exactly? The Bataan death march? The trail of tears? I mean who needs to run that far? Excuse me, I live in America. Where we have cars. 13.1 miles? That's like 2 zip codes away. My grandparents wouldn't let me get pizza from the shop 8 miles away in the next town over because it was so far ... and the shop delivered.
And yet, I did it. And what's worse? I enjoyed it. I really did. All but the last mile or so where the "What the hell am I doing this for?" voice kicked in. But that voice got the gag about 100 yards from the finish line when the Big Finish Voice took over. I loves me some Big Finish Voice. That Voice is C- to the -razy. Proof is in the finish line photos.
Signature Jenne Fromm Dancing Machine Finish (JFDMF™)
Signature Jenne Fromm Lasso Finish (JFLF™)
Signature Jenne Fromm Heel Click Finish (JFHCF™)
Still I don't consider myself an athlete and especially not a runner. And even though I get it - the thing all the runners talk about - I still don't associate with it. The other day on a plane I asked the nice fellow next to me (who was questioning me about my Road ID bracelet I had forgotten to remove) if he was a runner. "Do you run?" I said. "Noooo", he said. With much feeling. And before I even thought about it I had said "Good for you. No one should."
And I think I meant it.