Back in the early days of this blog, I wrote about falling. Actual literal falling, and how scary it was to fall while I was running.
I don't think I've ever fully articulated this, but I really had a list of the top 3 scary moments.
Moment #1: The dog in Boone.
It was summertime in Boone, and I was outside running. Boone is the little hippy mountain town that I lived in for grad school. There were two highways that intersected in the middle of town, so I would run down (the sidewalk) of one, to the intersection, then turn left up the other, then run back to my apartment on a side street.
I was maybe half a mile down the first highway, and a dog started barking at me, from the other side of the highway. I looked up, and it charged me. From the other side of a 5 lane road! Fortunately for me, I was saved by the cars. It got out in the middle of the street, and cars just laid on their horns. So it turned and went back to it's side. Still going crazy barking at me the whole time. Yeah, that's right, not bothered by the cars, just bothered by me.
And of course we all know, "I don't do dogs. I had a bad experience!"
Go to minute 6 on this video.
Moment #2: Falling down on Truman Road
Shortly after my move to the great Midwest, I was running and was almost back to my apartment when the sidewalk grabbed me, and pulled me down.
This ranks as 2nd most scary because I fell face forward.
Moment #3: Falling down at Lake Jiacomo
I fell backwards, but it was a little scary because there was nobody immediately around me that I could have appealed to if I had truly hurt myself.
All these moments were totally obliterated by what happened yesterday.
I was hit by a car.
I was running down the main street in my super safe, super pedestrian friendly neighborhood, when I approached a side street. I saw the car pulling toward the stop sign on said side street, so I stopped. The car stopped, so I proceeded to cross the intersection.
When I was directly in front of the car, she pulled forward and bumped my leg, but I turned and slammed my hands on the hood of her car. She stopped, and I yelled at her, and moved to the driver's side, so I could yell at her some more, and she sped off.
How do these things happen to me?
Oh, just to clarify, I'm totally fine. I hit the hood of her car before she could really plow into me, so I don't even have a bruise. I did call the police. He told me to be more careful. And... I adjusted my car insurance. But now I am thinking I need to rig up a "safety pouch" to carry while I am running with... I don't know... but phone numbers of people who could actually come pick me up.
Or, I'm just going to quit running outside entirely. These kinds of things don't happen at the gym.
5 years ago