Yesterday was the Chicagoland's Tour de Cure, an event that I had a small role in helping out with and was also a team captain. My friend and I had these grand plans to ride 100 miles in this event ever since we signed up. We both have never completed a century ride. My farthest was 75 miles, done last fall, and hers 98 done at Ragbrai a few summers ago. Plus, a century ride is on my bucket list for the year. I thought it would be meaningful to complete it at the Tour de Cure ride.
However, as much as I love to ride my bike, running is my true love, and yesterday was the kick-off of marathon training. I was supposed to run 12 miles yesterday, however, my friend (also a marathon runner) and I decided 10 miles would be good.
She came over to where I live at 4:15 AM on Sunday morning so we could fit our run in before the ride. We promptly left at 4:20 and ran out 5 miles, had some GU, and started to come back. Then, at mile 7.5, this happened to me:
I tripped on the uneven sidewalk and scrapped my knees. After laying on the sidewalk for a minute, my friend promptly told me I had to get up because if any cop cars drove by they would think she beat me up, which made me laugh. Luckily, one of my hands landed in the grass and the other, which held a handheld water bottle, was unharmed. The handheld, though, sustained all of the damage and broke.
We ran the remaining 2.5 miles back to where I live, and maintained the same pace as my pre-fall. My friend so kindly posted the picture above to Facebook, where the comments were entertaining to read. I changed into my bike clothes and off we went to Aurora, the city where the Chicagoland Tour de Cure started. Who says a little fall will deter me from riding my bike?
...To be continued tomorrow...