Like I previously mentioned, I participated in the Run For Your Lives 5K on Saturday, September 1st. I first volunteered as a zombie from 9-11:20 am,
and then I got to run the actual race during their 1 pm wave (a perk of being a volunteer)…once I de-zombified myself and changed of course.
I’m going to do a more extensive recap in the near future, but I feel the need to discuss my butt issues. This was the very first obstacle course race that I’ve ever participated in, and I got to run it with my big brother at heart, Michael. I was excited beyond words and couldn’t wait for the day to come! Don’t get me wrong; I ended up having a wonderful time (great experience - now I wanna run the Tough Mudder next year), but it would’ve been way better if I didn’t end up getting injured. Yes, injured. One month before the Wineglass marathon. Just one day before the most important training week of this cycle.
You see, there was an obstacle about half way through the course, which was a HUGE man-made slide on the side of a hill. It was basically a hillside covered by a blue tarp with water constantly flowing down the tarp.
At the bottom of the tarp was a big pool of muddy water. It looked fun from down below, but it was pretty intimidating once I was at the top, looking down. I even apologized in advance to my tailbone before I went down…almost like I knew what was to come. Michael questioned me, and I exclaimed, “because there might be rocks!” I was right. But, this is one time that I wish I wasn’t.
When I first started sliding, I shrieked in terror. It ended up being fun for maybe a second or two, but I slid right over a huge rock that was underneath of the tarp around the halfway point. My eyes widened like an elderly person walking into their own surprise birthday party,
and then I winced in pain until I came crashing into the muddy water. I was in instant excruciating pain. It hurt to run. It hurt to walk. But, I managed to push through and finish. Don’t ask me how. Physically, I felt soooo good with this issue aside, but I just couldn’t perform the way that I wanted to with the pain that I was in. It felt like someone was stabbing me in my upper butt with a freshly sharped knife, and it progressively got worse throughout the day. It hurt to put on pants. It hurt to sit. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to laugh. I couldn’t take it anymore. Jen (my ‘sister’) even bought me a bag of ice at a gas station on our way back home, but it didn’t help much (thank you anyway sweetie). I still found myself yelping like a puppy every single time we went over a bump. I cringe thinking about it.
After I finally got home, I slowly but surely took a shower to further de-muddify myself. It was horrific. I couldn’t even do normal things like shave my legs! When I got dressed, it took me a few minutes just to put on my shorts. My mom walked in on me during this time, and I instantly burst into tears due to pain and an overwhelming sense of depression. I was getting ready to go to Sean’s house for the rest of the weekend, and I totally lost all desire to do anything. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. I already explained to him what had happened. He asked me if I wanted to go to Med Express. I wasn’t sure when he first asked me, but I ultimately agreed once he discovered how much pain I was in upon arriving to my house that evening. I found myself crying once again as I squirmed my way into his car. After arriving and checking in at Med Express, I awkwardly sat in one of their waiting room chairs. I was terrified of receiving the bad news that my tailbone was fractured. I kept moving around and wincing on the exam table once I was called back. They ended up giving me a shot of Toradol in my bum to help with my current pain as well as prescribing me Motrin 600 mg tablets.
They took an x-ray of my sacrum, and let me begin by telling you how much fun it was having to lie flat on my back on a hard table. This is the first body x-ray that I’ve ever gotten (I don’t count previous dentist visits.), so I was a bit scared. Fear took over, and I cried in the x-ray room after the radiologist told me to turn on my left side. After returning to the original room, I waited for several minutes for the physician’s assistant to get back with the results, but it felt like hours. She informed me that there were NO SIGNS of fracture, but since I’m petite, it was basically rock on bone at the time of the accident.
So, yep. I bruised my butt. Sean kept making butt jokes at my expense and eventually apologized, but he made the pain that I was in bearable during the time that I was with him this past weekend (even if it did hurt to laugh - lol). He was very, VERY helpful with everything, so thank you Sean. I love you so much. (Hi Barb and Fred - love you both as well!)
And, thank you to everyone who has been trying to help me stay positive! I’ll be back with an update on yesterday’s and today’s run sometime tomorrow! :)14 notes
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- wulfgirlruns said:oh no! i have broken my tailbone before and remember how painful that injury is. and right before your marathon—dude. you have my sympathy and i hope you make a fast (and safe) recovery.
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- liara-croft said:Oh no! Bruised tailbones are the worst :(
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