When I got home last night, it was a different study. It did hurt to walk. I finally peeled off my pants and my knee was blue with a nice red raspberry accent. I felt like a badass for about thirty seconds until I wondered if I had done considerable damage. I decided to ice it and take an anti-inflammatory.
This morning, I woke up with no pain except if you touch the area. I wore my trail shoes outside getting to the gym and did my scheduled ten miler. I felt no pain at all.
I feel so lucky to have only acquired surface wounds. The great thing about surface wounds is they look like you’re a warrior, but do not adverse affect daily activity. It’s like getting a shark bite…ok not really…
Another positive outcome of this experience is that I am no longer afraid to fall. I moved on and kept going. The biggest fear for me when trail running is the high chance I will fall. My slip yesterday eased my mind a bit. If I can survive a fall down a hill of ice and snow, I can survive tripping over a root.
Have you ever taken a spill?
How bad was it?