Firework

Well, it happened.  I got hurt.

Not badly.  Just hurt.

We were on a trail run on Friday morning, and ended up in a bit of a precarious position.  I jumped over some new sewer cover that was elevated above the ground, and landed on both feet, but my right foot landed on an angle.

CRRRAAAACKKKK!

YEOUCH!

I said a lot of colorful words, and realized that I had hurt myself.  It was probably from a tough week of training, running, work, et al that had me tired.  Luckily, Coop and Sheetz were there to help me, immediately put ice on the ankle, and help me hold it up until the calvary arrived.

I didn't know who was gonna come and get me.  I just knew I couldn't make it back without a lot of help.  After we waited for a little while (not that long), I see a familiar Volvo coming down the road, throws on the flashers, and stops in the middle of rush-hour traffic.  Crazy Chrissy came to get me.  And Coop.  And Sheetz.

Apparently, she heard I was down, and hauled ass back to her car to come and get me, and hurt herself in the process.  She basically did the same thing to herself that I did to myself, spraining her ankle.  She has weak ankles just like I do, but I tend to think that hers are worse.  Bad news when you do the kind of training we do.  I'm surprised I made it this long without getting hurt.

So, I'm out a week or so, I would guess.  This is going to put a short hold on my half marathon training, which sucks, but I'll just have to wait until I can get this thing moving again.

However, that's not what this post about.  It's about DDIP, the friendships, the togetherness, the people.  She knew I was hurt, so she came back to help me, to the detriment of herself.  Some people in this program just 'get it.'  Those are the hard chargers, the A-team.  The people who stick together.