My Running . . . Derailed

So I'm averaging one post a month this summer. Fantastic!

Sometimes you know that God is trying to tell you something. For me it seems to be "STOP RUNNING". Maybe I should explain . . .

A few weeks ago I started noticing a nagging pain in my hip. It happened shortly after Ethan and I ran 13.1 miles. That was my longest distance yet. I tried to back off on miles a little bit and went in to see a sports chiropractor. He recommended icing it and getting treatment. Well, ice is basically free so I went with that. I had just about decided to to call him for treatment yesterday because the pain wasn't improving (although I have not run in 1 week). Instead, our night went as follows:

I made stir-fry for dinner. Ethan had a late meeting so I was preparing to sit down and eat with the kids.

Bubba got super angry over something, who knows what, and threw a glass at the table.

I picked up all the pieces of the glass, getting a small shard in my thumb. Was totally annoyed about that.

Put the broken glass in the trash bag and sat down for dinner.

Ate dinner.

Started clearing the table and decided to take the trash out. Picked up the trash bag and went to cinch the top.

Broken glass falls over in the bag, breaks through, and falls on the top of my foot.

So there I was, staring at my foot and thinking Why can I see white?!

And then it hit me, I was looking at my bone. (Eeeeww.) I started feeling sick to my stomach and asked Spunky to grab my cell phone. Then I told the kids, "If mama passes out, it's totally okay. It's just because I'm looking at blood."

I called our neighbor, who is a former nurse, and she came over and advised me to go get stitches. (She probably would have stitched my foot herself but she's pretty advanced in age and doesn't have the best eyesight.) So, while Bubba ran around the house pulling off his sister's diaper and generally wreaking havoc I sat on the couch and waited for Ethan to get home. It wasn't a long wait, thankfully!

The doctor said it may be a few days before I'll want to run. Or a week or so. Maybe it's for the best; it will give the hip some time to heal. :)