So I’ve been negligent in posting, mostly because not much was going on. After Sweltering Summer my foot was kiling me and my miles low. That all changed a little over a week ago when I went on a business trip to Vegas and ran up in the mountains there. Beautiful territory that I was totally unprepared for!
For starters I got there ahead of the sun cresting the peaks. This was a little later in the run, but to start it was in the 50’s. I had come from 100+ degree heat all week and was FROZEN! My hands were actually super stiff. It warmed some later but I should have expected that.
And of course I also had to deal with the elevation. I live at about 390 feet or so normally. The trail STARTED at 8800 feet and quickly climbed above 9200. I was sucking wind big time trying to get a breath. Running was out of the question for the first part, I was just trying to move one foot in front of the other!
Still the view was amazing and I was enjoying myself… mostly 🙂 I was due to do 12 miles which would have meant doing the loop twice. Given my pace I would have been out there a long, long time. Mistake number two was I had nowhere near enough food and water for that so I was resolved to do a single lap and then get more miles in later in the day. I was definately feeling the pain!
About 2 miles in I fell. Now, I fall a lot. But falling in New England usually involves a relatively soft forrest floor maybe with some roots. Falling here? All rock. Very sharp, very painful rock. I avoided banging my head but I cut up a knee and banged my arm (more on that in a sec). I was also getting very dizzy I assume from the elevation and was seeing spots. I said screw it and turned around, choosing the shorter 2 miles back to my car rather than the 4 miles to finish the loop.
About 10 minutes later I was actually moving pretty well down hill. I was beating myself up for my decision to turn when I happened to glace down at my forearm and said… what the hell??? I had a GIANT lump on my forearm. It was just weird, and I kind of wondered if I had broken it or something. I kept heading back to the car and over the next 10 minutes ANOTHER huge lump appeared and my whole forearm looked like a mess!
I thought for sure I’d broken it. I was in a panic and trying not to hyperventilate. I made it back to my car finally, and went down the mountain all ready to drive to the emergency room. After a while driving reality set in. I could fully move the arm. It hurt, but it was a bruised hurt. And the swelling was starting to go down! By the time I got back to my hotel it was still swollen but no longer looked broken. So I lived with it.
A week later I hurt and still have a small goose egg but it isn’t too bad. I suppose I still might have cracked it a bit, but whatever. The immediate swelling was scary but I’m guessing was something to do with the elevation. I really wish I had gutted it out and finished the loop. Have to wait a year before I am back in Vegas to try it again!