The week before the Brooklyn Half, Justin and I were set to run 10 miles. Because of Mother’s Day on Sunday and our plans for brunch, we knew Sunday was out. Saturday looked like it was going to be a crappy rainy day so we decided to get our 10-miler out of the way Friday night. We pre-ordered Carmine’s delivery for 8pm and set out right after work for an easy 10 miles in Central Park.
About 4 miles in, a young kid swerved out of the bike lane in front of Justin and directly into me, sending me flying forward onto the concrete.
The boy and his parents stopped but were tourists and spoke absolutely zero English. Once another couple came over (equipped with antibacterial wipes, gauze, and medical tape!), the tourists left. There was really nothing to do. I felt shaken up but I hadn’t hit my head or my back. My legs and right hand seemed to have gotten the worst of it and were peppered with cuts and lacerations but I otherwise felt okay.
We actually ended up completing the loop in Central Park (Justin got all, “well, no one can ever say you aren’t tough.”) and I truly had no intention of heading to an urgent care center until we were almost home and I really thought about the cuts on my hands. They were… bad. Like, really bad. The cuts on my legs would have been easy enough to clean and cover but my right hand? Yeaaa I didn’t think I was going to be able to handle that one. Before going home, we walked into a Northwell Urgent Care and I literally said, “I’m just here so someone can clean up this hand.” Turns out, that’s not how any of this works.
After a tetanus shot, an x-ray, quite a bit of skin removal on my fingers (ugh I’m sorry for that mental image), and lots of cleaning and bandaging, I walked out of there thankful we hadn’t just gone home. I ended up being on antibiotics, muscle relaxers, and pain killers for quite some time following the accident due to my multiple skin cuts/lacerations/road rash, broken finger, and overall impact of the fall on my body.
I knew running the BK Half was completely out of the question but I was definitely toying with walking it as Saturday approached. And ya know, if it had been a beautiful day out, we probably would have walked it. We’d have gone to Brooklyn and we would have taken our sweet time enjoying the course together. But mother nature was all, “Nah Ang, I’m gonna be cold, rainy, and windy for ya. Stay home, watch this royal wedding in your PJs and a ridiculous hat and a steaming cup of English Breakfast tea. Have at it, girl, you deserve this.” Thanks, mama nature.
Everything is healing well but I’m still working through some lingering issues on my right hand. I’ve got ligament damage and scar tissue that makes moving certain fingers in certain ways either impossible or extremely painful. I’m doing occupational therapy 1-2x a week and will probably continue doing so through the end of July.
Sooo what’s the plan going forward? Well, the plan is that there is no plan. After last summer in which I simultaneously trained for a marathon and planned a wedding/got married/went on a honeymoon, I need a summer to just relax.
And by relax, I mean keep up with my regular active lifestyle but not necessarily have a goal in mind other than “stay sane.”
This means Mile High 5x a month, a Soulcycle class or two sprinkled in, some strength training and yoga, and of course, easy outdoor runs. I’m thinking I may have to bring back my all-time favorite summer run: the easy 60-minute Friday night run. THE. BEST. (If this sounds at all interesting to you, send me a message because I love company! I like to follow this run with pizza if that entices you a little bit more.)
See ya after the 4th (follow my super long weekend/4th of July festivities here)!