So I went out for a long overdue training run this morning. Managing a decent pace, I was hoping to do about 15km. I’d had a great night’s sleep, was full of the requisite amount of coffee and raring to go.
All went well until I got to Commercial Road. I was busy avoiding the copious amounts of dog shit and abandoned pizza boxes on the pavement when I tripped on a loose paving stone. I was going at a fair speed, so staying upright was a real challenge.
I threw my arms out in front of me and hit the ground with an audible “thwack!”, skidding along on my right side. I managed to prevent my head (and face!) making contact with the pavement, but took a lump out of my right elbow doing so. I also skinned my right knee, hurt both my wrists from the impact and have really hurt the big toe on my right foot.
The worst bit of this entire story is the fact that nobody around me stopped for even a moment to see if I was okay. A couple looked in my direction as I sat on the ground, gathering my wits. The quickly kept walking away. A group of teenagers had to effectively step over to me keep going. They didn’t miss a beat.
I pulled myself into a standing position and leant against a wall. My heart was really thumping and I was shaking from fright. After a few minutes, I just picked up where I left off and continued to run. But about five minutes later, the shock subsided and the pain kicked in. I noticed the blood streaming down my right forearm and the pain in my toe flared from dull roar to screaming agony.
I had to slow down. In hindsight, I could easily have hopped on the tube and come home, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I felt a mixture of embarrassment having sprawled across the pavement the way I did, combined with anger that nobody could give two fucks about me lying there. And I was lying. Completely prone, on my right hand side. In the middle of the pavement.
I slowed right down and jogged all the way home. Breaking out the first aid kid, I saw stars as I applied antiseptic wipes to the worst of it, then took a shower. I was more concerned about infection after making contact with the pavement in Whitechapel! It’s disgusting.
A couple of hours later and the ache has set in. My toe, while throbbing, doesn’t look swollen or bruised. I’m limping uncomfortably, but can’t stop – there’s too much to be done today. I’m working away from home all next week and really hoped I could get some longer runs done in the evening, as it’s only three months until the Royal Parks Half-marathon! I’ll have to see how my toe and ankle (steadily stiffening up) behave. I’ve just finished running some local errands and rewarding myself with some coffee. Then back home and feet up for a few hours.
Only the pharmacist in Boots restored my faith in humanity when I went in to buy a dressing for my elbow.
The moral of the story? Don’t run along the street in filthy neighbourhoods like Whitechapel.
Ugh. Also, ouch.