April 15, 2007
My whole body hurts
And I think it might be because of how bad I tried to hurt myself yesterday.
So I don't know how bad the weather was in Louisville, but when I was running in Danville, which was to say early--had to get up to Ohio for some fraternity business--it was 41, and pouring rain.
I was wearing rain gear of course, and planning on going 14 miles...I got out 7 ok, and at my turnaround point, the wind became a factor.
Now it was raining so much that I was soaked to the bone anyway, but I was wearing it well, until the wind came to bear, and when this happened, it came big--on the level of 20 miles an hour. In ten minutes I couldn't feel my hands, face, or anything from the waist down. Picking up the pace, clapping my hands, etc wasn't helping, and this wasn't just cold--I was starting to think it's time to get off the road before I get seriously sick.
Thankfully I was wearing my fuelbelt, which is the only time I carry my cell phone, and started waking people up--my fourth option, who is now my hero, came and got my at the end of my 9th mile, which I almost sprinted to, and as soon as I was in the car I was stripping off wet clothes and wrapping myself in a towel. I couldn't feel half of my body and half of me felt like knives were being pushed into me.
When I got into the shower, I still couldn't feel anything, and it took a while, but finally, I got everything back--my legs were last, six hours later.
I hope nothing like that ever happens again. That was scary as hell.
So I don't know how bad the weather was in Louisville, but when I was running in Danville, which was to say early--had to get up to Ohio for some fraternity business--it was 41, and pouring rain.
I was wearing rain gear of course, and planning on going 14 miles...I got out 7 ok, and at my turnaround point, the wind became a factor.
Now it was raining so much that I was soaked to the bone anyway, but I was wearing it well, until the wind came to bear, and when this happened, it came big--on the level of 20 miles an hour. In ten minutes I couldn't feel my hands, face, or anything from the waist down. Picking up the pace, clapping my hands, etc wasn't helping, and this wasn't just cold--I was starting to think it's time to get off the road before I get seriously sick.
Thankfully I was wearing my fuelbelt, which is the only time I carry my cell phone, and started waking people up--my fourth option, who is now my hero, came and got my at the end of my 9th mile, which I almost sprinted to, and as soon as I was in the car I was stripping off wet clothes and wrapping myself in a towel. I couldn't feel half of my body and half of me felt like knives were being pushed into me.
When I got into the shower, I still couldn't feel anything, and it took a while, but finally, I got everything back--my legs were last, six hours later.
I hope nothing like that ever happens again. That was scary as hell.
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