I had agreed to do a local mud run Survive the Farm 5k. I was very excited about this for a few reasons, 1. I truly did not enjoy the Warrior Dash when I participated a few years ago. I think now it's worse with over sold races and poor organization. 2. This race was local, neighbors helping neighbors and all that good stuff. and 3. Most importantly, as it is memorial weekend, this race was a fundraiser for Operation Adopt a Solider and Hope for The Warriors. A friend was running it and I decided I'd join her. We got there the recommended time of an hour early, but certainly didn't need it, the registration line was quick and we received out bibs and shirts. Sadly, the shirts are massive and unwearable but that is nothing terribly new for most races. We sat and watched the first heat come in- it was helpful to estimate our time. The race ends with a choice of a jump into a pond or army crawling through wire, it was already a warm day, so I was looking forward to the pond.
|pre-race all clean|
|Final obstacle, the pond|
|BBQ and tables for the after party|
On time the race began and we were off, we easily fell into a comfortable pace through uneven fields. I've never spent so much energy judging each step and keeping my ankles secure. We turned into the woods, and met some more familiar trails that I felt I could manage better. There were a few streams with lots of sloppy mud on the banks. This trail was not commercially made (maybe enhanced, but those streams and mud were sticky and slick) I made it over a few streams over two sets of logs and then went to jump over another stream.
Since I was in the middle of the pack, I felt a bit rushed to keep moving. But it was still my own fault that I jumped bigger than I could reach. I landed on my right foot, which then turned out as I completely landed on it. My legs and feet are strong, but not enough to maintain weight and balance so I crumbled. I instantly got up to get out of the way and knew I had no hopes of finishing. I encouraged my friend to continue, but she stayed and helped me out safely. Some of runners that continued told the volunteers I needed some help as I attempted to continue moving.
With each step I felt light headed and nauseous. Thankfully after a few minutes some volunteers came and carried me out of the woods where I could then be placed in a 4-wheeler to the medic tent. The medics were two nice volunteers who wrapped me up with ice and sent me on my way.
|despite the pain and discomfort, i remembered to take a picture to share.|
I was unable to put any weight on my foot so figuring out how to get to the car deemed to be a challenge. Thankfully the folks that supplied the massive flag, let us drive down to the BBQ area so that I wouldn't need to crawl back up the hill to the main road.
Once home I spent 20 minutes or so crawling around becoming increasingly overwhelmed by how helpless I felt. I finally thought to myself "there has to be an easier way" as I thought that, I remembered that crutches do in fact, exists. I called my second family to ask if they had held onto my "fake" little sisters crutches from her ACL surgery. Thanfully they did and were kind enough to bring them over along with ice cream, trash magazines, and some fresh fruit. Moments after they left, my amazing boyfriend came to the rescue with ace bandages and extreme patience to then cart me around for the rest of the weekend.
So, with good reason I now have my very first DNF. I will also have a DNS as of Saturday since I will not be able to run Freihofers Run for Women, but such is life.
|Race shirt much too large. (ps, note the adorable wedge sandals I just bought that won't be worn anytime real soon. wah.)|