I guess it was bound to happen. Yesterday on a 5km run in s delightful part of the Algarve, I slipped on some loose gravel stepping off a kerb and went sprawling.
I badly cut my right arm, sprained my right ankle and grazed my left knee. I was at the furthest point of my run so had a 2.5 km limp back to our motorhome. I must have looked a sight with blood dripping off my right arm and off my left knee.
About 2 minutes into the return, I was overcome by extreme nausea and ridiculously, I was more worried about being sick on this country lane than anything else! Anyway, I wasn’t sick and after sitting on a hydrant for 5 minutes, the nausea eased and I walked back to the van. Surprisingly, the twisted ankle wasn’t too painful but after I’d washed the cut and grazes, the ankle was very swollen and starting to darken.
By the time I’d strapped it up, it was hurting. Anyway to end this episode, I managed the pain with ibuprofen and after cleaning the wounds and bandaging them up, I befan to feel better.
However, it does mean the end of my running until at least mid-March when we return to Blighty. Luckily, I can drive the van without pain but the ankle is still tightly strapped.
Strictly, I think the arm cut required stitches but my better half closed the wound with steri strips and we made our own saline wash with boiled and cooled water to which we added some non-iodized salt. If there is any sign of infection I will see a doctor. Luckily, had a tetanus booster before our Christmas trip to Morocco.
But day 2 and I’m already missing my 7:30 a.m. runs in sunny Portugal. I just hope my confidence returns when I resume another build up to 10k runs. All in due course!