This is what happens when.....

So I thought it would be a good thing to train for a half marathon....why?  I answer thee why not!  I have been having a really good time with my two sprint triathlons so I figured why not a half marathon.  I came to this decision when on a "cool" December day when the crisp not so winter wind was blowing and I just got out of the swimming pool and shivered all the way to my locker (yes the pool is outside) and decided "I do not like to swim or bike when there is a chilled southern wind about".  So making this decision was somewhat easy because I do not mind running in the chilled air.  So I have begun to "train" (train is in quotes because I hope everyone who reads this...the three of you...will put your two fingered dance fingers in the air and pump them up and down and say train with a sarcastic look on your face).  So like I was saying I have been "train"ing and decided I needed to go farther than my farthest run which up to that point had been seven miles (since I will be running 13.1).  On Thursday I had a bit of time between my activities and decided I was going to go farther than 7 miles.  So I began....

Now any one of my three followers that happen to run might know what 'runner's trots' are.  I say this because 50% of runners get the runner trots so 1.5 of you will know what I mean.  In no way am I trying to be disgusting but basically and very suddenly you feel as though you might poop your pants.  This happens to me occasionally and I have to sit and breath deeply, possibly pass some gas, and punch myself in the stomach.  So needless to say I get the trots about 1.5 miles into my 8 or so mile run and have to do the above mentioned.  Now I have never proceeded  farther after having an episode.  I usually head straight back home and mad because I had to sit for 5-10 minutes and my running time sucks.  So I decided to do an experiment and see if they would simply just disappear after resting for a bit-- I should have just ran home. Don't worry, I did not poop my pants--I didn't even come close.  

So there I go....I pass the 3rd mile turn around (that meaning I would be running 6 miles--3 there, 3 back)  I just keep on going past the 4th mile.  Now I am in uncharted territory.  I have only ridden my bike this far never on foot.  I keep on going past the 5th and to towards the 6th mile!  I am clear by ASU campus and Tempe Town Lake at this point.  I stop and take a few minutes to get me pumped to run 6 miles back home to make it a 12 miler!  It has been about an hour now--Mind you-- all this time  I have been listening to my ipod with Jimmy Eat World and Thursday in my ears not to mention my brain talking to me.  I am starting my seffanth (7th) mile when above my head from Sky Harbor, a Southwest jet is taking off and is still accenting into the sky.  It is still low and my brain begins to wonder "I wonder where these people are goi......" and that is when it happened.

I stepped just right on the side walk to cause my right foot to crumble beneath me and rolled it real nice like on both sides of my foot.  Now this happened in a split second so I couldn't continue my though about where all those people in the airplane were going which would have killed at least three minutes on the run.  I landed in a heap scraping up my left knee and arm and scratching up my ipod.  I thought it was broken at first because I obviously didn't hear, but I felt some nasty nasty stuff happen in my foot.  I am not ashamed to say I cried and I did not swear although I thought it would be allowed if I did.  So I rolled around on the sidewalk/sand and looked around to see if anyone saw that magnificent sight, but neigh there was no one really close.  So I picked myself up and did the test of standing on it which in my book means it's not broken (I still don't believe you Michelle).  So I hobbled to the shade and wiped my tears away along with the sand/dirt and then thought "What the crap am I to do.  I am as FAR away from home as possible and I don't have my cell phone"  I did have my mace though just in case someone wanted to steal my camel back.  So I hobbled up the trail to a group of girls that were playing sand volleyball by the "lake" (remember to see above about the quotes).  One girl let me borrow the phone and I called Zac.  Thank HEAVENS he answered because I don't know anyone else's number by heart here in the AZ.  I would have called my mom but well......  I freaked him out by saying "I got hurt real bad" as the first words out of my mouth on a cell phone number he didn't recognize.  So he got real worked up and was ready to kill someone until I explained the above.  So he rushed out of work and I hobbled another 1/2 mile to the road and sat and waited for him.  He was so sweet.  He bought me a lunch and then carried me out of the car and up the third floor.  (I felt like I was ten)

Here it is again.  It puffed up real bad and I have been a MR.F (arrested development anyone??) since the experience happened.  I am walking better now though.

This is my sad face.

This is Jaitz's sad face.......We were scolding him until he looked sad so we could take this picture.  I think he was just feeling sorry for me though.

So to tie back in to my posting header....This is what happens when you.... look at an airplane in the sky while running on a sidewalk that slowly curves to the left.  I should have just learned from the past and ran back home after those blasted trots.  But I guess the trots never came back so take that science!