When I woke up on Thursday morning, I had a moment of weakness. The church bell chimes of my alarm clock rang promptly at 5:50, and I wanted no part of it. My running outfit was already picked out, my Shuffle was charged, but I couldn't help but succumb to the undeniable force of extreme comfort my new bedding provided.
|Thanks, Crate & Barrel bedding sale! Photo courtesy of Crate & Barrel - totes not my apartment.|
I reset my alarm for 6:40, rolled back over, and took a glorious morning nap.
I didn't skip my run entirely for the day - I decided to do it after work. You know, around 6pm on the brink of a snow storm.
I'm full of all sorts of good ideas.
I also decided this would be an awesome time to conduct a pacing experiment, too. After running with my Garmin for a week, I noticed that it was clocking me almost 40 seconds slower than my iPhone app had been tracking me. So today was the day when I decided that I would run with both my Garmin and my Nike app - and see if there was any truth to my observation.
I was only going out to run about 3 miles - a simple out a back route on the bike path along the lake. No extraneous variables to throws off the stats of my statistics - just a simple paved path.
It was definitely a chilly run but nothing out of the ordinary. But by the time I turned around at mile 1.5, I noticed some frost collecting on my cheeks and eyelashes, and finally I had the wherewithal to realize that at wintry mix of sleet and hail had started.
|A photo of the snow storm that followed that wintery mix.|
Since I only had a little more than a mile to finish my run, I channeled Nicki Minaj's "Starship" that was pumping through my headphones and tried to push hard to the end.
And then time seemed to go faster than I thought it could go, while simultaneously going slow enough to see myself completely outside of that experience. Before I knew it I was hurdling forward and the only thoughts that went through my head were, "I have a race in a month!" and "What am I going to tell work?"
I hit the pavement with some sort of expletive coming out of my mouth, and I only managed to break my fall with my left wrist and forearm.
I must have tripped on the metal strip on the bridge to help prevent the pavement from cracking when water gets into tiny cracks, freezes, expands, melts, and then eventually creates potholes. Yeah, I probably slipped on once of those icy little suckers. 'Cause otherwise I would have just fallen down for no reason, which is so not cool.
|See that dip in my pace? Just picture me lying face down on a bike path wiping gravel and sleet ff of my face.|
Once I assessed that my left hand was sore from catching my fall but that my limbs were intact, I started up again and tread back home with more careful footfalls.
Unfortunately, my pacing experiment failed since I didn't stop my Nike app when I fell. I did manage to stop the timer on my Garmin, though - the things you do when your life flashes before your eyes. Yes, I realize I'm being dramatic. Deal.
Don't worry - I'm convinced that there is something off about the Nike app and I will do my best to conduct a controlled experiment in better conditions next time.
I feel crazy lucky that I didn't actually hurt myself when I fell, but it was definitely a wake-up call to always go above and beyond when it comes to running safety. Yes, I wear reflective gear when it's dark or dusky outside, and I tend to bring a little cash when I go on long runs, but there are definitely days that I head out with nothing more than my apartment key. Makes you realize that the person who may have had to pick me up off the bike path might have wanted to know my name and who to call if I couldn't tell them.
Have you ever fallen on a run when you were out alone? Do you always run with ID? Are you willing to admit that you are as uncoordinated as I am?