The Rosaryville Trail run was not meant to be. At least not for me. At least not for this year. I was very excited for my first trail running experience and even though I was not in optimal shape I thought I would have a great experience.
Pre Race: Two days before the race I received an email from Blue Point Timing. They provided all of the pre-race essentials I thought were lacking on the website. The included directions, a course description, a course map, what to expect, and what you will get (medals!). The email ended with what would be up being a curse: Stay healthy.
Now I have been blessed with not having many running injuries over my life. Really the only thing that has ever prevented me from racing (outside of laziness) is a buttocks injury that I would rather not discuss. So staying healthy has never been a problem.
Until the night before the race…..
Now the official story of what happened that night is that I lifted a car off of a trapped child and then dropped said car on my foot breaking my right middle toe (the one who ate roast beef). Unofficially I was doing something much more dangerous. I was folding laundry. I imagine that the number of people that break toes while folding laundry is very high. Probably happens a billion times a year since it is so precarious. I am surprised that more effort has not put in to warning the general public about this hazard. I suspect a government conspiracy. Let me be the whistle-blower to warn you how deadly this simple task can really be. Let this be your wakeup call.
Here is the sequence of events from that fateful evening:
2100 hours: Wife asks if there is laundry in the dryer (meaning go get it)
2115 hours: After stalling to make it seem like my idea, I go get the laundry (in your face)
2118 hours: Begin folding
2119 hours: I go to put away one of my shirts and kick the bed post. In an act of sheer courage and bravado I hold in a number of handy obsceneties (my daughter was present).
I was hoping it was just sprained or bruised, so I woke up at 5am and tested it. It was worse. Purple and painful and difficult to walk on. I entertained the notion of toughing it out so I would have a great story of overcoming the odds and finishing the race, hobbling across the finish line. But why make it worse? I thought about showing up and volunteering but it was 5am and my bed called me back. I know I suck.
Post-Race: I did receive and email from the race organizers on Sunday with my stats:
Your overall finish place was and your age group finish place
was . Your overall finish percentile was 0 while your age group
percentile was ***. Your time of gave you a pace per mile
That is accurate.
-This race benefits a number of groups including the Wounded Warrior Foundation which is one of the few charities I fully support.
So I really have nothing to review. If you happened to attend the race, please feel free to leave a note on what you thought about the race. I will try and attend it next year, hopefully I will be a little more careful with my laundry the day before…
For more information: http://www.bluepointtiming.com