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Soooo many races!

Navy Air Force Half Marathon in September and Marine Corps Marathon 2018 in October rounded up my year. More details on those later.

There was a small but beautiful New Year’s Eve party at my place.

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Before that I got myself this calendar.

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Somewhere along the line, it occurred to me that I need a new challenge for the new year. What better (read dumb) idea than running EVERY DAY! Thus born #RunEveryDay.

Run every day of the year and have at least 1000 miles at the end of the year and even try to get 1500 total miles for the year. It was going well. 260+ miles until March 25, not a single day went without a run. #Brilliant, right?

Then…..

I ride my bike all over DC. My mountain racer, GT Avalanche 10. Her name is Heather. DC is supposedly a bike friendly city but there have been some biker deaths lately. Also depending on where you are in DC, you need to decide to ride the bike lane (or lack of one) or the sidewalks. 16th street NW is where “villagers” speed thru, coming into town to enjoy all the amazements this beautiful city has to offer, or speed thru to get back to their homes after trashing my lovely city. No way I ride the bike lane there. Anyhoo, I was crossing the street and on to the sidewalk and I found myself kissing the concrete. Got up, rode back home, went for a 5 mile run. Got back and I was taking off my compression socks, it was wet. From blood. Arm is hurting a lot. And limited mobility. I remember I landed hard on my right hand. Chain ring cut through my right calf. There were a bunch of cuts, 2 of them deep.

Next morning, I go on a 3 mile run. More blood on my socks. Also my doctor later said there might be a fracture on my elbow. #RunEveryDay – dead. 2 days later at the Orthopedics’s office, I got the wonderful news that there is, in fact, a fracture at the head of the radius on my right arm. My right arm is on a sling now.

A few days later, there was a 10 mile race – Cherry Blossom 10 Miler. On a Sunday. The Friday before the race, I had dinner with Amy. She was telling me her injury stories and how I need to be very careful with mine. And that I need complete rest.

I agreed.

Cherry Blossom 10 Miler was a beautiful race. As it is, every year. I can’t find words to express how cool it is to run through full bloom for most of the race. And it is a flat course. But running with an arm in the sling was frustrating to say the least. But getting compliments from strangers for running while injured was pretty dope.

 

Amy did not talk to me for 10 days.

More to come……..