Some accidents end up with paperwork that reads "death by misadventure." It's got me thinking of changing the name of the blog to that.
I just got back from the Ron Daws 25K. It was great to see so many people I haven't seen in a while (Wynn's got tattoo sleeves now). I felt good and rested. I started off well, breathing harder than I should, but I'd done no warm-up, so I knew it'd even out soon. Asked Ramacier about running Kettle Moraine for his first 100, then backed off (what was I doing running with him?) and hit the first mile in 6:41. Hit the second mile in 6:41 as well.
Then I pulled my left calf. There's the unmistakeable bee sting/pellet gun pain that comes with a pull. I made a quick decision on whether to just walk back to the start or to try to finish the loop and I went on, hoping things would get better. I got to say "hi" to a few people that way, including Steve S. whose racing this year rivals mine from last year. I stopped every mile or two to feel around the calf; the pain was right at the attachment of the achilles tendon. As I continued, I started to wonder if it was a torn achilles.
The difference? Torn calf - out for six weeks. Torn achilles - out for the year. We'll see.
Lovin', touchin', squeezin'
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