If you have had any form of communication with me over the past week (phone, in person, text, facebook, twitter, dailymile, etc.) you know that I have a boo boo.
And you know that I have a boo boo because I have been complaining about it non-stop since last Wednesday (sorry friends).
If you have not been able to hear the story, or see the evidence of it on my body, keep reading…
The “Story”
Last Wednesday morning, I arrived at Diana’s house for a lovely 5am run. It was a recovery day, and we had 5 miles on the schedule.
We began our run through the neighborhood, chatting as usual and oblivious to our dark surroundings.
Then all of a sudden (.2 miles into the run), BAM!!!! And I was laying face down, sprawled out on the sidewalk. I continued to lay there moaning in pain, while Diana screamed, “OMG ALI! ARE YOU OK!?!?”.
It took a minute to figure out what the hell had just happened, but then I realized, and said to myself…“Ali, you just bit it. Hard. And right as a car was driving by. Stop moaning/crying, get your face off the sidewalk, and make sure you didn’t just rip your $98 Lululemon pants.”
As I peeled my body off the cold sidewalk, I started to really feel the pain. We began running again, and I hurt. Bad. At first, I couldn’t tell which part of my body hurt worse: hands, knee, hip, shoulder. By the end of the run it was clear…I could barely move my arm up and down…I had really done something bad to my shoulder.
As the day went on, the complaining/whining/pathetic-ness only got more annoying. And my shoulder hurt more and more.
The “Evidence“
Now I know you are all just dying to see the photos from this disastrous event. So here you go…
This was taken 5 days, post fall. See that bruising? See it?
I wonder if people think I got a tattoo??
Ok, so maybe these photos don’t do it justice, but my arm still hurts really really bad. And I am going to continue to complain about this thing until the pain goes away and I don’t have to apply bandages and ointment numerous times a day.
Thank you for listening, and feeling sorry for me.
-Ali
P.S. The $98 Lulu pants survived the fall without a snag. Thank goodness, because that would have been something worth crying about.
miles with style 
Mederma!
Ouch! That’s no fun at all. I’m sorry but glad that it isn’t anything more serious. But seriously, I was worried about your lulu pants. For sure I would have been crying if those were ripped! Feel better.
OUCH!! Dude you totally biffed it if you got that high up your shoulder! I am so sorry!! Complain and moan away! I would! I second the Mederma thought – otherwise that could leave a yucky mark!!
giiiiirrlll i am so in the same boat as you. I had a 5k this past sunday and right around mile 1.3ish some dude slammed into me from behind and i went flying face/knee first into the pavement. After several echoes of “omg are you okay” and random strangers trying to help me up – i stood up to the nastiest looking knee i’ve ever seen
First thought to go through my head? “OH MY GOD ARE MY NEW SHORTS OKAY?!”
OMG I had a similar incident recently…and ironically enough, I did rip my pants (both knees) and hubs said, “Good thing you weren’t wearing those damn Lululemon 100 dollar pants!” hhahahah.