I will start by saying, I was never going to tell the truth about what happened. I was embarrassed. PISSED. embarrassed. Did I mention embarrassed?? But I’m a terrible liar. I swore my van to secrecy, but when I made it back to the Nike tent at the finish, I couldn’t lie. And then I realized, maybe this will help someone else.
I got laughed at. By more than one person. And then Sarah OuaL said it. “I don’t know what it was about the race, but I did it too.”
If you can guess by now. I jumped. For a stupid F-ing picture. Let me start by saying I am not a cheerleader. Okay, maybe for one year in 8th grade, but really, I am not. I don’t know if it was the sparkle skirt, or the adrenaline, or feeling like a badass because my speed was still there on leg 3, or having major picture envy (I think yall know by now I LOVE pics and photography) from Van 1’s start line pics.
Our van even did the same at the beginning of the our start. I guess it wasn’t enough for me though.
I saw the photographer. It was me and the open road. Literally. There was hardly anyone on the course at this point. He took my running photo and I said “I’m going to do a jump pic!”
WHAT THE F WAS I THINKING??? Running at a 7 minute something pace. On 2 hours of sleep. Attempting to jump. I obviously wasn’t. I came down hard. Really hard. I cursed and probably scared the photographer to death. Another van was up ahead and they saw it happen too. I was freaking out. I was crying. Yet, I kept running.
I didn’t want to quit. I am NOT a quitter. “It’s just a stinger-it will go away” I told myself. I limped almost another mile until the van came up behind me. They took one look at my ankle and made me stop.
I got in the van and sobbed. Ugly cry face sobbed. And apologized. And sobbed. Repeat series about 400 times. I had no phone service. All I wanted was P and my family. Not that I didn’t love my van mates but when something is wrong, you just want your loved ones, ya know? Marjorie took the role of mom. She hugged and comforted me.
As I said in my previous post, Tyler ran my legs. Erin contacted NUUN about picking me up, but I didn’t want to leave the van. The medic said there was nothing that could be done if I left anyway.
So I sat in the van for the next few hours like this.
Kim, from NUUN in Team NOON Van 2, came over to check on me at one of the exchanges. I continued to apologize. She reminded me that this was A TEAM event. Do not worry. It’s fun. Something about her speech calmed me down. She and Zoe later helped me into the bathrooms, my teammates carried my things for me, and then Kim’s son, Reece, was a total rockstar and carried me at the finish.
Honestly, there are not enough thank you’s to all of those that helped me. Poor Reece (only because I am not light) carried me to the finish, through the finish, and to the post race party. Kim was so kind to set that up for me. Katie brought me dinner at the finish. Mason brought me beer. Tyler carried me back to the van after the post-race party. Several different people carried my bags to a room for me (I think Laura, Erin?). Numerous ladies helped me out-and if I forgot to mention you by name-thank you for your help-you all know who you are.
I called Delta and they moved me to an aisle seat and set up wheelchair service for me. Vanessa carried my bags, pushed the wheel chair and got me breakfast at the airport.
P picked me up with crutches waiting, has since cooked for me and brought me groceries.
I went to the doctor on Monday and thankfully, I didn’t break anything. I was ordered to spend several days with my foot up. Since I am in pharm sales, and basically live on my feet, I can’t work. I am following doctors orders to a T. I have spent far too many hours sitting in bed (plus side is plenty of time to blog).
I was also given this beauty to wear once I can put pressure on my foot. I had physical therapy yesterday, and I am more optimistic than the therapist. More on that later. For now, This is how you will find me.
Lesson REALLY, REALLY learned. I’m not a cheerleader. Take it from me: Don’t jump for a picture. It’s not worth it.
Do you go all out for your race photographs or just look like a “serious runner”? Have you been injured from something stupid?