I had high hopes for Kirsten Ankenbrand’s first run. Her first race was the Hot Chocolate 5K — a short one, because, well, she’s a new runner and the maiden version of herself was still working back up in mileage after May’s injury.
Anywho, I figured that as a person with a whole different name, I’d be a whole different runner.
I was wrong.
I had my maiden self’s corralled start (nice!) and was cruising right along, when I took my eye off the road. About a quarter mile into the run, I saw this guy zigging and zagging through the crowd, so I started to pay attention to the people around me instead of watching the road.
The second I finished thinking “This guy’s going to cause me to fall,” I stepped in a pothole or something… and rolled my ankle.
Ow! Instant pain.
Thinking back to my seasoned-runner-ness of my maiden days (makes it seem like I’ve been married for years, instead of 45ish days), I limped over the side so as not to become roadkill.
I took out my earphones, called out “F—!” and reached for my phone to call my hubby who was spectating my married runner debut to tell him that I was done.
But then — like magic! — within a minute the pain went away and I stopped limping.
So I walked along a bit, and it continued to feel fine. So I took a few running steps. Still fine. Figuring that I’d be in some sort of pain if I were hurt, I decided to stay in the race. I did tighten my laces, though, just in case my feet had too much room in my shoes.
Several hours after crossing the finish line, I still feel great.
Here’s to hoping the Mrs. me has better luck staying healthy than the Miss Me.
PS: The Hot Chocolate 5/15K race was way better this year. I did the 15K last year, and it was a crowded nightmare, squeezing people onto the lakefront path, without starting us in waves. This year I did the 5K and it went in waves along city streets. Well done, RAM. I still hate the Union Station packet pick up, because I live in the city and both loathe and fear suburbanites ;) , but I understand why you have it there.