I am like many at this time of year attempting to get back on the wagon of sensible nutrution and a regular workout schedule. What is unusual for me is having to join the hordes of folks who take on new years resolutions to get fit, eat better, ect., ect., ect. Many years ago I resolved to make my last new years resolution, one that I was sure I could keep, that being to resolve to NEVER resolve again.
Usually my partner and I take the time off over the X-Mas hollidays to crank up our workout routine during the 10 days I am off over the hollidays. Not this year, instead I was 'licking' my wound' so to speak, which leads me to the cautionary tale.
Back at the end of November I was at the gym with plans to do a strength training circuit and run. I had wanted to run outdoors but the weather was not cooperating. Unfortunately on that day the track at my gym was not available and more unfortunately I was in a stubborn frame of mind.
So I decided to do my run, in my huaraches, on one of the treadmills in the gym. What I should have done was to use an elliptical but I was determined to run so I fired up a treadmill and off I went. Now here comes the embarassing and painful bit....
My plan was to do a 5K run which usually takes me 30 minutes or less. Well 30 min. into my run I was .2K from my planned 5K. The aforementioned stubborn mindset kicked in and I decided to keep running until I hit the desired 5K. Sadly while focusing my attentions on the treadmill controls I was not focusing on my feet... which resulted in me stumbling and getting ejected off the treadmill.
I ended up on my backside on the floor more embarassed and pissed than anything else. A number of people rushed over asking if I was OK. I assured them I was and then retreated to a nearby stairway to sit and wait for my partner to finish her run. A few seconds later I noticed that one of my huaraches was hanging down from the front. I thought to myself damn, I not only fell on my ass but I broke the string on my huarache too.
Then I noticed my big toe hanging down too at an unnatural angle. There was also a thin trickle of red fluid running from my toe to the floor. As the fluid started to pool I realized I had not only broken my big toe but ripped it in the fall. To make a long story short what happened was I fell in a manner that broke the toe and then the broken digit was severely ripped by the treadmill belt before the saftey cord stopped the machine.
Clearly this was a freak accident, but I am sharing this tale, despite my embarassment in the hopes that others do not have a similar experience. Luckily for me I heal well and did not, despite the worries of my doctor, loose the toe. I did recieve 6 stitches and trust me getting a toe stiched THROUGH the nail is no fun at all. Neither were the 8 weeks of recovery to date.
Thankfully I am back to working out and just recently running. It will take a while before I am back to where I was before the accident but I am thankful that I am running at all. I am and will continue to run in huaraches but needless to say I am done with treadmills.
Please take care out there eh...
Jenn
Usually my partner and I take the time off over the X-Mas hollidays to crank up our workout routine during the 10 days I am off over the hollidays. Not this year, instead I was 'licking' my wound' so to speak, which leads me to the cautionary tale.
Back at the end of November I was at the gym with plans to do a strength training circuit and run. I had wanted to run outdoors but the weather was not cooperating. Unfortunately on that day the track at my gym was not available and more unfortunately I was in a stubborn frame of mind.
So I decided to do my run, in my huaraches, on one of the treadmills in the gym. What I should have done was to use an elliptical but I was determined to run so I fired up a treadmill and off I went. Now here comes the embarassing and painful bit....
My plan was to do a 5K run which usually takes me 30 minutes or less. Well 30 min. into my run I was .2K from my planned 5K. The aforementioned stubborn mindset kicked in and I decided to keep running until I hit the desired 5K. Sadly while focusing my attentions on the treadmill controls I was not focusing on my feet... which resulted in me stumbling and getting ejected off the treadmill.
I ended up on my backside on the floor more embarassed and pissed than anything else. A number of people rushed over asking if I was OK. I assured them I was and then retreated to a nearby stairway to sit and wait for my partner to finish her run. A few seconds later I noticed that one of my huaraches was hanging down from the front. I thought to myself damn, I not only fell on my ass but I broke the string on my huarache too.
Then I noticed my big toe hanging down too at an unnatural angle. There was also a thin trickle of red fluid running from my toe to the floor. As the fluid started to pool I realized I had not only broken my big toe but ripped it in the fall. To make a long story short what happened was I fell in a manner that broke the toe and then the broken digit was severely ripped by the treadmill belt before the saftey cord stopped the machine.
Clearly this was a freak accident, but I am sharing this tale, despite my embarassment in the hopes that others do not have a similar experience. Luckily for me I heal well and did not, despite the worries of my doctor, loose the toe. I did recieve 6 stitches and trust me getting a toe stiched THROUGH the nail is no fun at all. Neither were the 8 weeks of recovery to date.
Thankfully I am back to working out and just recently running. It will take a while before I am back to where I was before the accident but I am thankful that I am running at all. I am and will continue to run in huaraches but needless to say I am done with treadmills.
Please take care out there eh...
Jenn