I have a hate relationship with the treadmill– AKA the hampster wheel.
However, I’m starting to think outside feels that it has a hate relationship with me.
I’m running my usual path. At night, it’s my favorite— no one can see you when you look like a serious mess, huffing and puffing.
I’m running down Bruns, which is the “busy” street by me (you know, as busy as country-ish roads can get) when a giant bug flies into my eye. I panicked, still sort of running. I attempted to blink the bug out of my eye.
I had to take my fingers and literally pull the bug out of my eye. Gross. As I walked back home– eye in pain, trying to blink the pain away, I decided that I would try to clean out my eye at home. It still felt like something was there.
There wasn’t anything there, but my eye was absolutely grotesque. The next day, I was having friends and family over for a little Glee Marathon. I showed my best friend’s mom my eye (she’s a nurse)… the puss oozing out of it was normal. Well, I guess that’s good. However, it was decided that I really shouldn’t even be keeping my eye open. OK, band aids to keep my eyes closed, the best part– they were Spongebob bandaids.
Bugs are not my friend.
A doctor’s visit later, I had drops to put in my eye, and I wasn’t allowed to touch my eye for quite some time.
My running outdoors life continued without problem…
April 1, 2013 (Happy April Fool’s Day)
I decide to end my break on a good note– with a nice outdoor run since the weather was cooperating. I love running outside– the fresh air, the scenary, ahh, breathe it in.
When, I fall. On Bruns (is the street cursed for me?). I don’t even know how I fell honestly. My husband later tells me it was my klutziness (which might be true). I don’t know if I tripped over a crack in the street or my own feet, but I fell. I sort of rolled to the side and got up as quickly as possible. All I noticed hurting at first was my knee. I felt like I could have some blood on it, but who knows.
I didn’t think that was too bad. Later that night, more pain arrived. First, I noticed my ankle… scratches, a little blood. Then, my finger on my left hand. It’s pretty difficult to grip things, or even bend it. Then, my left arm. It hurts to even put pressure in some areas.
Maybe Bruns in cursed for me… maybe I have a little time before my next Running Disaster… but I think I’ll stick to the hampster wheel for a little longer.