Not For the Faint of Heart

I have a 13.1 mile race to run in 12 days. Now, most people at this stage in the training game would be treading carefully in preparation. However, I was not so fortunate to be blessed with graceful genes.



This is the aftermath of my run-in today with two loving and conspiring inanimate objects. At the training facility in which I am currently attempting to broaden the minds of some of our new hires, I felt some hunger pangs at lunch time and thought it might be a good idea to quench them. My pointy-toed heels, however, had other plans for me.

The pathway from the cafeteria back to my room includes a grandiose, carpeted, wide and open (i.e. visible to a large percentage of the students and staff), Scarlet O'Hara-style spiral staircase that one must ascend following the take-out packaging and drink pouring. Apparently my shoe fell head over heels (pardon the pun) with the third stair on said staircase and clung to it like a wartime lover begging not to be separated. As diet coke flew through the air in slow motion to splenda-soak carpeting and walls, my knee, being the gentleman that he is, jumped forward to brace my fall. Thankfully for those of us with such grace, the facility has decorated the right angle of each stair with a copper foot grip. Knee? Meet metal stair corner. Metal stair corner? Meet knee.

And there you have it. My courageously swollen saviour, proudly adorning a deep, one-inch gash requiring 4 stitches (the first of my family ever to require them, I might add). I believe it was my ego, however, that took the biggest beating of the day.



Let's just hope this suturing heals me in time for my 1/2 marathon...