For some reason over the past 9 months I have gotten into the horrible habit of wiping out and destroying my knees on a pretty regular basis. It started at Ironman Florida in November when I crashed in T1 (that’s what I get for running in bike shoes). My knees were both twisted and scraped, which made for an interesting run. At least I looked bad ass crossing the finishing line.
|In T2 at Ironman Florida|
|Finishing Ironman Florida in a bit of pain|
At court in January I slipped while wearing heels (yes, I know, heels are not cool) and smacked both of my knees on the marble floor. No blood, but lots of pain and swelling.
In April I was running along Lake Erie when I completely wiped out. I was wearing tights for the skin loss was kept to a minimum but the swelling was nasty, especially considering that immediately after falling we got in the car and drove home. Eight hours in the car was not fun.
I made it just over two months until my fourth fall. Running in Milford at night as part of the One Run for Boston I tripped and slid across the pavement on my knees. I got up and continued running. Once again, made for some bad ass looking pictures but it took forever for the skin to heal.
|Knees post- One Run for Boston|
Four falls in eight months apparently wasn’t enough. I really wanted to go five for nine. Yesterday, pretty much right in front of my house, I tripped on absolutely nothing and slammed into the sidewalk. In addition to the knees, I tore up my elbow as well. This was probably the worst fall. all of the new skinned was torn off and the cuts on my left knee were pretty deep. I was not a happy camper. When I came home with bloody knees (and socks and shoes and shorts) Shaun yelled at me and told me I wasn’t allowed to do Ironman Mont Tremblant. I think he’s relaxed from that position but I know he’s worried that I’ve done long term damage to my knees.
|My knees from yesterday, not fun|
The only positive of the last fall is that I’ve learned that vet tape is awesome for keeping bandages on so I can continue to bike and run. Hooray! On a more serious note, I am somewhat concerned. Most adults don’t start tripping over their own feet at thirty-one years of age. Its strange that I am become such a huge klutz and I’m hoping its just a string of bad luck.