Let me start by recapping my weekend workouts.
So I slept in on Friday and started my long run around 9:30am. I wanted to practise nutrition as if it was race day. So I ate a good breakfast and had my coffee and then I went to the trace where I knew there would be no cars, no dogs and a bathroom every 3-4 miles. Plus the trace is pretty. Lots of shade trees. It's really a great place to do a long run. My first 10 miles were great. I felt good. Maybe part of it was not being at work. I was shooting for 18 miles. Well, the last 7 miles were lonely and tiring. I really like doing my long runs with someone. It makes the time go by faster. I tried changing my playlist between christian and pop music. Nothing helped. It was just tedious to get the miles done. When I reached mile 17, I was back at my car and decided I really didn't want to do another mile. So 17 was it. The day was a tad cooler than normal, but by mile 17 I was drenched in sweat. I was so thankful that I was at the trace because there is a nice cold shower at the bathrooms. I went and just stood there several minutes letting the cold water run down my tired hot body. It felt exhilarating. After wards it was close to 1pm and I was starving. I drove directly to the sandwich shop which wich and got me a steak and cheese poboy.
Saturday I was excited to go ride with Serina & Kathy. It had been awhile since we rode together. They wanted to meet at the sportsplex and ride from Laurel to Petal. They told me there were a few dogs so I took my taser. However, after the first dog my taser quit.
It needs charging. The ride was great. It was a tad cooler again when we started at 6:30am. The hills are very much like Augusta. The scenery isn't bad either. Lots of farms along the way. We battled MANY dogs!
Well, we made it. Back to our cars in the parking lot. I had survived the dogs!
I had unhooked one shoe, but not the right one. This is my clip pedals. They are called "speed play". I really like them. I can go faster on the bike with them especially up hills. But once you are clipped in, you are attached to that bike until you unclasp your shoes.
At first I thought I was ok and just my knee that hit the ground was bruised and bleeding. Then I turned to my other leg because it felt weird and that's when I noticed it. My calf was cut wide open. It looked like jelly, fat stuff just hanging. Serina saw it about the same time I did and immediately starting telling me to remain calm. All I could think was we needed to tie my leg up. It was bleeding badly. I yelled for one of them to find me a towel. Serina quickly grabbed one and we tied my leg up. Kathy was standing back. I didn't know Kathy is a little squeamish until then. She told Serina to drive me to hospital and she'd follow. As I was sitting there on the ground, because I tried to stand up and my leg felt so weird that I just sat back down and told Serina she was going to have to bring the car to me.
I was sitting there on the ground saying.. WHY WHY WHY....
I have done all the right things, I've trained and trained, I didn't even go to a race that day to prevent any possibility of injury and now this! I peeped in the towel again and wanted to cry. I kept thinking this is bad. My calf which I use to pedal my bike and run is slashed wide open. What am I going to do. I was so mad at myself! When I first changed out my regular pedals to clip ins a few months ago, everyone told me that at some point I would fall over. They all said it's just inevitable. I had practiced and made a mental note to start unhooking my shoes from my pedals several feet before I was going to stop. But today my mind was on other stuff. I was not focused like I should have been. It was almost like an athlete celebrating a touchdown a tad too soon to only be tackled at the 1 yard line.
I began to pray once I was in the car.
Serina and Kathy did a good job of keeping my mind off worrying. We were all so sweaty and stinky. We joked about how our room probably smelled so badly. We even washed our hands and faces in the sink in the room. I could smell my own self so I know it was bad. After 50 miles of riding hills and running from dogs, you got to sweat. Finally the doctor came in and started poking around on my calf. Oh it hurt when he was prodding and looking. Finally he looked up and said it didn't appear to go to the muscle. Whew, I was so thrilled. I grabbed Serina and began crying and hugging her.
They don't think we are crazy.. ha ha
So he started the process of cleaning and stitching while asking a ton of questions about our ironman race. He even asked Serina if she was doing the race also. She laughed and told him that she was and that fat girls can too. I giggled when she said it. She may not be a slim thing, but she can kick my butt any day. She is very good at TRIs. She often places in her age group. She is amazing. Now Kathy is standing outside the room this whole time. As I said before, she can't take it. It's a good thing she didn't go into nursing. Serina on the other hand was taking a million pictures and talking to the doctor about anything and everything. I was laying on my stomach so I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt the stitches many times. Finally he was done and boy I have my a nice looking calf. I'm hoping it won't scar too bad.
I didn't sleep much at all last night. I played the incident over and over in my mind. I still can't see how my calf was cut so badly. Even my husband has looked and looked at my bike and just shakes his head saying he can't see how it happen. I've seen several people fall over with their shoes clipped in and have scraped knees on the side they fall on, but I've never seen this before. It's one of those freak things that probably won't happen again in my life time. I sure hope not!
So today I thought I might be really sore from my 17 mile run on Friday and 50 mile bike on Saturday, but honestly I'm not sure from that. I am sore on the knee that landed on the ground. It was all scrapped up and bleeding also. It's really sore when I bend my leg. My other leg with the stitches is only sore when I move a certain way. I did have some nice bloody sheets this morning where the cut with stitches oozed all night. YUK! He gave me an antibiotic to prevent infection and said I could get the stitches out in 7-10 days depending on how it heals. He warned me not to swim until I get it rechecked in a few days. There is so much bacteria in water. I'm not to even soak in a tub bath...boooooooooo However, I certainly don't want any infection. He told me to take it easy for a few days and then when I do try to run to watch it. I may have to walk the half in Augusta, but I plan to do this thing!
Today as I was reading my devotion I read this..... "Sometimes the easiest question is "why", but it's also the hardest question to get an answer to". How true is that! Kathy fell down her steps at her house and broke her foot a couple months ago, Serina fell in Kathy's driveway when they were finishing a run and hurt her arm really bad, and now I have fallen! All three of us have worked our butts off training for this ironman and each one of us at some point have asked the question "WHY ME". I'm sure they lost as much sleep as I did replaying their accident in their minds and wondering why..why...why...why...
Sometimes we get our answers fast, sometimes it's a long wait and maybe even sometimes we never really know why something happens. As for me, I've seen God use trials to build me up, open other doors, answer other prayers, and use me in others. I've seen God's miracles. So I know in my heart that I have to trust him and have faith. If this ironman race is meant to be, it will. If not, God will lead me elsewhere. I am his. Some people think because they are saved they will never face trials and tribulations. Well, I'm here to tell you that is wrong. We are not promised a rose garden. The bible actually tells us we will have trials and tribulations.