So I was excited to run with my friends Megan and Michelle from work today…been looking forward to it all week, actually. Megan’s a more experienced runner getting back into things and training for the Corvallis Half Marathon in April; Michelle’s a beginning runner, but excelling fast. They’re a real joy to run with, and their enthusiasm is very motivating for me.
So we gear up and head out like usual this fine cold, cloudy Wednesday afternoon. We’re trucking along at a nice 9:00 pace or so, and have a couple of streets to cross before we get to the running path we’ll take for the next five miles as we loop around town and through the OSU campus. The first two blocks we didn’t have to stop, as traffic was clear, so we kept moving. The third cross walk, had “doom” written all over it (in retrospect). We came to a stop for traffic, and this was my mistake…I immediately felt my heart rate slow and I started getting light-headed. Traffic cleared and we took off…my lightheadedness didn’t let up, though, and I felt my vision narrowing. We got across the street and made it a few paces before my body said “nope, you’re done, dude” and I went down.
Woke up to hear my friends saying “Oh my gosh!! Are you ok???!” and replying “I just need a minute.” So I laid there for a couple of seconds before sitting up, and they eventually helped me to my feet. My vision was still fuzzy and waves of light-headedness and nausea were coming and going over me. I was cold and yet sweaty at the same time. Classic symptoms of shock. I had abraded both knees, my left knuckles and the palm of my right hand…and, the worst part, got some serious road rash on my Forerunner 305 and jacket (this is what upset me more than anything).
Apparently I looked like a gray ghost, but they managed to get me to my feet; they each took an arm and walked/staggered me back towards the office. About two blocks later, I was able to stand and walk on my own, and we made it back to the office, with me being a little bloody, and a lot bruised. I apologized for ruining their run, which they scoffed at. This is the true test of friendship: when someone watches you blackout, picks you up, and carries you for two blocks!
Got back to the office and let my wife know (we work in the same place), got some sugar (hooray for Pepsi) and started the task of cleaning up my war wounds (and popping my left knee back in place…for my long-time readers, you’ll remember I dislocated it in May of 2006).
So I’m fine…tired, battered, bruised and a little embarrassed, but I live to fight (i.e. run) another day. There were a couple contributing factors here: I donated blood on Monday, I’ve been working long hours and not sleeping enough, my H2O intake has been suboptimal all week…all that adds up to some bad mojo. Suffice to say, I won’t be training the rest of the week while I recover and rest up (not to mention my lovely wife will beat the crap out of me if I even think about lacing up my running shoes anytime soon after this…).
And for those more morbid amongst you…pictures of the carnage!!
I now know (more than I did before) why many male athletes shave their legs…road rash is a royal bitch to clean.
Question for you: have you ever blacked out while training?