Thursday, June 21, 2007
I forgot to include one story from last weekend that almost kept me from my run and, for a split second, gave me a scare that made all my running plans flash before my eyes. I was in the garage scrounging around for my first aid kit where I had some S!Caps stashed from my last backpacking trip. I stepped behind a stack of boxes and <CRUNCH!>. I felt something cut into my foot. I immediately looked down to see a shattered X-mas ornament. I hopped onto my left foot and lifted my right to find a pretty good sized piece lodged in my right heel. As I pulled it out I managed to step and get a piece in my right toe. The piece in the heel was larger, but neither turned out to be too deep, just enough to send me moaning and hopping into the house. My wife, hearing my wails, came rushing down the stairs to find me laying on the floor on my back with both feet in the air. I'm sure I looked ridiculous and it would have been a funny site were it not for the blood coming from both my feet. Woman of action that she is, Zane had paper towels on my feet and a box of bandages in her hand before I knew what happened. She forced me to keep my feet in the air while keeping pressure on the wounds. Luckily they stopped bleeding fairly quickly and with bandages applied I could actually walk without pain. I obviously went forward with the run and they didn't bother me at all the whole time. I had planned to take the bandages off before heading out (against Zane's recommendation), but I forgot and luckily left them on (when will I learn?) since when I took them off after the run and walked around, It hurt again. Apparently, the bandages provided just enough padding. At any rate, it was just a scare, but I will be more careful next time I am wandering around the garage. Perhaps I'll actually even clean it one day...hmm.