It was a beautiful night at Cruse Dog Park. Rowdy was having a blast with get best doggie friend, Ellie. I was having an interesting conversation with Ellie’s owner, Julie, about career, traveling, and anal glands. All of a sudden, I was on the ground.
When Rowdy and some of her favorite dog park buddies play, they do this half-wrestling, half-chasing thing. When Rowdy and Ellie ran into the outside of my right knee, they were doing just that, and at full speed. When I hit the ground, I knew something was wrong with my knee.
The dog park is really a special community, because we all have at least one thing in common: we love our furbabies enough to pay the yearly fee and spend hours there, letting the dogs run and socialize with all sorts of other dogs and humans. It’s selfless to choose standing out in that field so your dog can get the exercise she needs 4, 5, 7 nights a week. These are special people. And last night, they proved it in another way.
Julie helped me up, then went to the Walgreens which is right next to the dog park. Lane, whose dog Allie is another of Rowdy’s best buddies, walked around with me as I tried to walk it off. I decided to sit down as Julie came back with some frozen pasta (it was that or a 20-pound bag of ice), Advil, and water. I rested my leg on a bench and iced it–boy, did that feel good. When it was time to leave, Julie and Lane offered to drive me home, but in the end, I decided I could probably manage the stick shift okay, since it was right leg that was injured. Allie’s owner walked Rowdy out while another man helped me walk to my car.
I made it home in relatively little pain by keeping the frozen pasta on my knee and flexing only my ankle.
And when I got home, I lost it.
One of my favorite, inspirational running quotes is “Some day, you will no longer be able to run. Today is not that day.” It is supposed to remind me that even if I don’t feel like running, I should do it because some day, I won’t even have that option. That quote kept running through my head, but slightly changed: “Today might be That Day.”
Even if I am able to run again, I definitely won’t be running the St. Louis Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon next Saturday. No way. I’ve been working so hard, for myself and with Pamela and Sarah. I’ll never have the chance to kick a half marathon’s butt the day before my 30th birthday again. I am so angry!
I’m mad at the situation. Mad at the fact that it now takes me a full 10 seconds to climb 8 stairs that used to take me about 3 seconds. I’m mad that I don’t know if this is going to cause a lingering injury that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I’m mad that I have always tried so hard to stay injury-free and that a complete accident might screw me over. I’m even mad that I will be spending next Sunday morning in bed asleep instead of pounding out 13.1 miles in St. Louis.
So I’ve spent the afternoon on the couch, knee wrapped, raised, and iced. I’ll see a doctor on Monday, and while I don’t think he’ll find that I need surgery or crutches, I do hope I’ll get a slightly stronger pain pill. Because that’s something else I’m mad about: I’m not typically a back sleeper, so it’s uncomfortable to fall asleep, and last night I woke up at 5:30 in pain. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t time for another dose of Aleeve, but I took some anyway.
We’ll see how it goes. *sigh* Despite how bummed out I am in this post, I’m going to cross my T’s and dot my I’s and be careful not to injure my knee further or start training again too soon. I’m hopeful, but there’s no denying that it still really sucks.
Edit: After an MRI in December, I found out that those sweet, energetic pups gave me a grade 2 MCL sprain and a bruised tibia.