Déjà vu all over again.
For a long time I’ve felt that Hellgate 100K run would better
be called the Hellgate 100K fight for survival.
I just wish my fight for survival would quit starting before the
first aid station. You’d
think I would have learned to respect the slipperiness of the rocks at
the stream crossing just before the first aid station, and I thought I
had. My first experience at Hellgate was in 2006 when I
slipped and fell into the stream (water up to my chest) during a
brutally cold night. This
year the stream was low and the rocks looked safe to hop across.
Not so, as I slipped on one and smashed my right rib cage unto a
big, round river boulder. Painful.
Now I was in pain just trying to breathe, and the Jolts of
running added to the pain. Then
for good measure I had to fall a couple more times – once in the rocky
section after aid station 2, then finding a big hole in which to trip
and fall along the grassy knoll. The
morning sun and the situational awareness it brings were a welcome
relief. So now it was just
a matter of toughing up through the pain.
I thought about the words of my dear, departed mother:
“QUIT BABYING YOURSELF AND USE IT, AND IT WILL QUIT HURTING!”
Not so much this time, Mom.
Xrays showed that I have a cracked rib, although it feels as if
every rib on my right side is cracked.
So now I look forward to soon being able to resume things I enjoy
doing without the pain, like running -- and breathing.
A word to the wise (apparently I’m not included in this group)
– respect the rocks in the stream.