Interesting how I spoke about bad footing last night. During this morning’s run the temperature was hovering at around freezing. Due to the wavering temperatures there was an inordinate amount of ice and slush on the ground. The route has this long downhill aspect to it. I accompanied someone at the back of the group. As we were going down the hill we were careful to avoid the pools of cold water that were collecting at street corners. At one point, I ran around one of the puddles while the other person jumped it. Due to the slippery conditions though she ended up jamming her right foot. Brutal!
I immediately had flashbacks to last year when I slipped on an ice patch myself. We stopped, then walked it out for a bit. She tried to start going again, but the discomfort was just too much. I tried to be positive about it: at least we have a week to go before race day. She has an opportunity to ice things down and get her feet back into good condition. So, all isn’t lost, right? Still, I recognized the sudden sense of panic that came over her. I did my best to get her to relax and refocus. Yes, we walked back for the majority of the route, but I think I did a good job getting her to not feel sorry for herself. Injuries are a fact of this sport, yes? We can do all of the preventative things possible, but every now and then something will sneak in there and throw you off course. All you can do is just deal with it as best you can, then move on.
We still have a week left. I do not want to be injured.



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