"Oh, this is going to hurt." That was the thought going through my head as I made my painfully-slow, but all-too-fast descent towards the cement during my most-recent face plant episode.
Yes, it's true. Unbelievable.
I always joke that I can't run on the trails in the weeks leading up to a major race, because I always trip. However, maybe I need to revise that now to include the roads as well.
During my last long-run of this training cycle - an eight-miler the week before the marathon - I managed to trip on a lip in the sidewalk and send myself sprawling. Luckily for me, I somehow managed to catch myself with my hand and then roll onto my shoulder. So, except for some bruising in the shoulder today, I actually don't feel too bad.
This brings up another thought, though, which is this....how is it possible that the only two times in my running history that I have completely wiped out in icy conditions during winter running have not happened on ice but rather on a perfectly dry patch of cement? It's embarrassing.
Sigh....so now I am not sure what to do. If I can't run on trails before races, and I can't run on roads before races, what does that leave me? I thought the indoor track until my friend (and the only witness to my wipeout) pointed out that she has managed to trip on the track. Hmm, the elliptical? I am almost afraid of flinging myself off the machine at this point.
So, there you have it. I think the only logical conclusion is that I should give up all activity the week before a race....perhaps just plan on sitting on the couch and eating chocolate. Although, with my luck, I would probably choke on it. Well, there's some food for thought.