18 Miles and all I got was this busted thumb…

So, Saturday was the first day of ‘Mark’s mini training camp’. Tom and I started with a quick 4.5 before meeting up with SLR for 13.5. The SLR course was one of my favorites; crossing over Key bridge, up through Glover trails, West on Mass. Ave, and downhill back to the start on the toe-path. This is a great route that I always negative split.

Normally, I don’t have any problems with trails and can remain pretty concentrated on my footing. But, for some reason, maybe it was the sweat pouring down into my eyes, I looked up, caught a tree root and went flying. It was a nasty spill, but got up and finished the final 10miles dirty with a few scraps.

My f-ing thumb was killing me the rest of the run. Turns out I had dirt and splinters jammed under my cuticle. I hurt like a Chinese concentration camp. Normally, if I were reading this post I would think I am a whiny bitch. But, I’m not kidding this was like an all-body pain. Ridiculous! I mean this is running – I guess I’ll wear thumb protectors next time – or just grow a sack.