This doens’t happen in real life

Unless you’re me.

Let me paint the picture for you. Derek, the boys, and I are gaily walking into a banquet hosted by Bay Area Fit (the running club I have been training with). I am super excited to see my friends, introduce Derek and the boys to my friends, eat a delicious dinner, and get pumped up for the big race on Sunday. Ahead of me I see a little run-off ditch in the parking lot. I think to myself “make sure you tell the boys not to get in that nasty water.” I carefully step over the parking bump, and before I even know what’s happening, I am on the ground, in the nasty water, tears welling up, with an intense pain shooting up my foot. Logan is crying. I am crying, Derek is doing his best to comfort us both, and Connor is watching this unfold with a look of confusion on his face.

One of my fellow runners stops to ask if I am ok. I smile and say yes, all the while thinking I am really not. But I am not going to let this ruin the evening. So I get up, hobble inside, find my friends, get some ice for my foot, and put on a happy face for the evening. But honestly I am concerned about my foot because it hurts. Bad.

We get in the car to come home, and I lose it. I started to cry as I realize that I might not be able to run on Sunday. 6 months of hard work lost in a moment. I call my mom (because, just admit it. When your hurt all you really want is mommy to make you feel better.) She suggest I call James since he is working that night in one of the ER’s nearby. An hour later, my mom and I are headed to the hospital.

The good news: It’s not broken!
The bad news: It’s now 18 hours until the start time and I can barely walk.
The good news: There are 2 more marathons in Texas in February. I can (and will) run in one of those.
The bad news: It’s really disappointing that I won’t get to run with Ruth and Jenn after spending so much time training with them.
The good news: My family is still here and we will have a fun weekend regardless of what happens tomorrow.

I am still going to stay in the nice hotel we booked downtown, I am still going to be there cheering my friends on and experiencing the marathon. And maybe I will experience a miraculous healing. And if I don’t, then I will just remember that God is in control of this whole situation, and for whatever reason, the Houston Marathon wasn’t meant to be.

This is just so classic. Only me. I am such a spas!

9 Replies to “This doens’t happen in real life”

  1. Megan I am SO sorry about your foot and missing out on running in the race. At least February is soon! I hope you have fun cheering for your friends tomorrow. We will cheer for you (long distance) next month. Take care!

  2. Oh Megan, I’m so sorry, that makes me want to cry just reading it! I found your blog from Shauna’s, I’m training for a half marathon in Austin. You are so awesome training for 26.2 miles, you’ll be great in whatever marathon you run in!

  3. Oh Meg. I’m so sorry. I’m glad your foot isn’t broken, but I’m so sorry that you can’t run tomorrow. You are right, God is in control! I’m proud of you for looking at the situation with an open mind! I’m glad your family is there this weekend!! Enjoy that hotel!!

    Love you bunches!!!!!


  4. Oh, Megan how horrible for you!!! I fell and twisted my ankle severly when my 2nd was a baby, and I was back running in a month. I know that totally sucks that you aren’t running after all your training. Hang in there…it will only get better as long as you let it heal!!

  5. I am so incredibly sorry for you. I have been thinking about you the last couple of days, wondering if you were excited. I’m glad there are other races for you to run in. Yeah for the positive outlook.
    I love you!

  6. Oh RM…..I just got on and read this – I cannot believe that!!!! Well, I kind of can…it kind of reminds me of the handstand contest! 🙂 LOL!
    I love you and I know you will run one very soon! I am going to be so proud of you! I love you!

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