"Nothing good comes of dressing like a girl. Ever."
That was my quote of the week, for last week.
See, I made what seems like a weekly trip to the Sports store, because me, Cassie or Hubs needs something. On Masters days I like to wear dresses... not because it's cute, but because it's easy and efficient. I have to be in and out as fast as I can to maintain the working-mommy-triatlete schedule. Getting the ready the night before has to be just as quick. It's much easier to grab a dress and shoes than it is to put together separates... especially when, at any given moment, there are multiple clean loads of laundry throughout the house. There. Justified. :)
I'm walking in my heels and "Whooops!" Stupid cute shoes!! My heel just slips on the old school linoleum floor, I lost my footing and went down flat on my other knee. I did break my fall slightly, with my elbow, but the knee took most of the fall.
I fall and everyone is looking... "Well, you know what they say... the bigger they are..."
I collect myself and knew my knee didn't feel right, but quickly diverted my attention to my new sunglasses to make sure I didn't break them. No worries. They're fine. Thank goodness! "Hmmm.?" I thought. "It's kinda hard to walk; it will be fine just need to walk a little."
I'm left the store, positive nothing was hurt more more than my pride.
I got back to the office and realize I can't bend my knee 90 degrees without excruciating pain -- like a 7.5 on a scale of 1-10. So I did what anyone would do, texted my Chiro -- because she's cool like that. :)
Next? Called Hubs... voice mail. No surprise. :)
So, I text my coach. "Gotta be careful... this isn't your "A' race." I thought, "Crap. He's right." Boo. I might not be racing.
I took my Daughter to swim team and another friend and Chiro has a practice right in the same place as swim practice. I decided since I had yet to see my regular Chiro, I'd stop in just to get peace of mind. I wanted to make sure nothing is hurt too badly, you know?
Turns out I have a bone bruise on my knee.
So Dr. C. explained it all to me and I slept easier. I will live. I will recover, but it takes a little time. Dr. C gave me a couple adjustments, got some flexibility back (without pain) and I walked out feeling better than when I walked in. :)
That night I talked to my regular Chrio and she said from what it sounded like, she concurred. I went in the next day to see Doc Thea for further treatment and it was already feeling a gazillion times better. It wasn't a bad one. Thank goodness!!
I took a couple days off of training and hit it again this weekend. Ran a bit and had a good bike. Had some pain at the top of each revolution with the bike, but I stuck it out and after it warmed up, it was seemingly better (tolerable).
I'm going to give it a go this weekend; even though it might not be a perfect race and I might not be 100% -- I'll do what I can and just see how it goes and have some fun.
It's the first race of the season for me. Yay!