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.
Needless to say, I hopped around, swore like a sailor and landed a solid left to a near-by hay bale that was on its end – more from being scared and frustrated than anything.
Then I stood still, took a couple of breaths, did a real good systems check and realized that even though my foot hurt, it didn’t hurt THAT much.
So I put some weight on it – not too bad.
I tried walking on it, not really painful, so I went ahead and walked around for a couple of minutes, flexing the toes, feeling my foot through the shoes and nothing felt broke or crushed. Nothing barked at me or took me too my knees when I pressed on it and it didn’t feel like it was swelling up like a balloon. I have broken bones in my foot before and know what they feel like.
Sure my foot felt sore, but I have definitely had it feel worse at the end of a long run-a lot worse.
That was the word that went through my mind – I was pretty sure that I didn’t break or crush anything.
What I think happened was that when the tire went over my foot, I was wearing my Brooks Launch (they have a little more cushioning in the forefoot), allowed the tire to push my foot down into the shoe’s cushioning and softer ground (it was in a damper section of the field), instead of simply crushing or breaking lots of little bones in there.
Everyone was all concerned, apologizing and giving me lots of different advice on what I should be doing next.
After about 5 minutes, the shock of watching the tire go over my foot and the initial pain went away, so I figured what to hell. I said “let’s go” and started picking bales again. It wasn’t a popular decision, but we had to finish getting the wagon loaded and my foot wasn’t bothering too bad.
Yeah, I know others would have made a different choice – but they ain’t me.
It was just time to suck it up and get the work done. We finished up picking and stacking the bales and to my surprise, my foot didn’t really hurt all that much. It was more of dull ache, than a sharp pain or a burning sensation, so I wasn’t too worried about it.
I went home and iced it for a couple of cycles, took an aspirin and elevated my foot for a little.
Surprisingly, a couple of hours later I was able to walk Bennie on his evening walk without any problems and then did his long walk this morning. So it looks as though I dodged the bullet and didn’t break anything too badly – just a few bruises and some residual soreness from something that heavy going across the foot. Which I expected.
It is sore and a little bruised, but I have walked mostly pain-free. The only thing that is bothering me now is the lower part of my Tailor’s Bunionette, which I think got re-aggravated by being driven over. Everything else feels pretty good. No major swelling, only a couple of marks and a little discoloration.
Even so, for the next week or so, I will take it pretty easy, just to be sure that if anything did get damaged, it has a chance to present itself or if something is at the stress reaction phase, I can rest it and allow things to calm down – you know attempt to be a little proactive about things.
I have a feeling that this conservative approach to this new challenge, is a lot smarter than simply going out and running on it right-off, which I felt that I could have done this morning without too many issues.
The reality is that
I know that am pretty damn lucky that I am not in a cast, looking at talking to an Ortho this week to see how much damage was done. I am walking on it mostly pain-free and looking at minimal down-time..
Just another thing to add to my long list of things I have done to myself.
However, it is a little frustrating, because I was finally just starting to run decently again.
Oh well, it could have been worse, a LOT worse and these things tend to happen for a reason. It does mean that my hamstring will get week of extra rest and I will continue to work on my mobilization/stretching and strengthening routines more.
Hey, I might even put a dent in that Honey-do list TheWife whipped up for me this weekend. 🙂