Yesterday, I had a couple of good runs which was the good news, but the big event of the day was something that was very unexpected and not anything that I wanted to have happen.
Yeah I was sore and a little tired from haying the day before, but not nearly as bad as I thought that I would be. In other words I wasn’t completely wiped.
I made sure that both of the runs were slow recovery runs that totaled just over 5.0 miles, the body wasn’t up to or into doing a lot more.
My neighbor was still haying and had even less help than the day before, so I lent a hand again. About half-way through the field, we were on the 3rd tier, so the stack was about even with my chest and I was having to pick up the bales and then toss them on the trailer.
As a part of this tossing motion, I step forward with my right foot.
Yeah this isn’t going to be good.
Wellll, as I was tossing a bale on the trailer, my foot went forward as usual, unfortunately at the same time the first tire of the trailer was about to occupy that same spot. This was the double axle heavy-duty trailer pictured above – luckily it was only half full of hay.
Really not good.
With peripheral vision, I saw the tire beginning to go over my foot and the tire wasn’t stopping. At that point I felt a sudden pressure on the outside of my foot and couldn’t move it (believe me – I tried).
As I looked down.
There was nothing I could do, but watch the friggin tire run over my foot.
Yes time does slow down, when something like this happens. It seemed like it took forever for that wheel to get done going over my foot.
It was kind of surreal, the tire going over my foot, there was a squishing sensation, sharp pain and then relief as the wheel rolled off my foot.
Then I had to move it quickly, so that the second axle’s tire didn’t have a chance for a repeat performance.
Yep, it hurt like a son of bitch!
All of I could think of right then was, there goes my running the rest of this summer and beyond.