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July 02, 2005
Chainsaw
I woke up at 6:10 and was on my bike and on the road by 6:27. I biked for 33 minutes (8 miles) and even though I was supposed to pop quickly into the house to see who was up and ready to go running (my Dad and sis’ bf expressed interest last night) my Dad was waiting for me outside as I pulled into the driveway at 7:00 sharp. I ditched my bike in the garage, ran into the house, confirmed B’s door was still closed, traded my gym shorts for running shorts (didn’t even take off my sneakers!), and ran back outside. I am guessing it took under two minutes to do all that. I fixed my hair (going from low ponytail for my bike helmet to a high running ponytail to keep the hair off of my face) as we jogged out of the driveway.
My Dad and I ran for 32 minutes and I think (based purely on how I was feeling since we have no mile markers) we ranged from 9 minute miles at the beginning to 10 minute miles at the end. I am pretty sure we ran approximately 3.2 miles because it is a course we have measured before. My legs were tired for the first minute but then I felt normal. After my Dad stopped running at home I ran another 4 minutes 30 seconds at a faster pace because I wanted to run harder for a short bit before calling it a day. My legs got tired as soon as I picked up the pace. During the last 4:30 I could definitely feel the fatigue.
Then I stretched. Then I did my knee exercises. Then I stretched my legs again. I still have to do my core exercises but after my knee exercises I looked at the clock and it was 8:05 and I had been exercising since 6:27. I know that is not THAT long, but I figured it was a good amount of time so I decided to take a rest and will do them later if the mood strikes!
Of note is that I was thrilled to run with my Dad since the first thing I noticed when I saw him yesterday was his chainsaw injury. Last week he was doing yard work and cut himself with the chainsaw and didn’t realize it until a few moments later. He looked down and saw blood on his pants. In my opinion he could have gone right through his leg. The gash is on his left leg. It is two inches below his knee to the left of the bone. If it was further towards the middle of his body (more to the right) he would have hit bone. If it was two inches up he would have hit his knee (necessitating surgery). If it was deeper-he might have lost his leg. As it is, it is just a really nasty looking soft tissue wound.
He is pretty blasé about the whole thing and claims he is just mad he had to stop working on the yard and that he ruined his pants. But I am having images of him having to run with a prosthetic leg.
Anyway, I was glad for the company and am especially glad he is still in tact.
Posted by Audrey at July 2, 2005 10:12 AM
Comments
Well he is damn lucky the thing tore him and didn't dig right into him. Glad he is going to be ok. Torn up knees take a long time to heal.
Good job on the run, Audrey. Nice to be running with Dad. :)
Posted by: Jon in Michigan at July 2, 2005 08:02 PM