Yesterday we attempted to run from Deep Cove to Grouse Mountain and back. (48k) At about 8k I took a great tumble landing hand first. Along with momentarily thinking I broke my wrist, I had a near mishap with a stick tearing through my shorts and just grazing my…well…lady parts. YIKES! Makes for a funny photo regardless.
Between my hand swollen like a banana and Kat running on 2 hrs of sleep and nearly hyperventilating about 12 k, we decided it would be best to send the boys back to Deep Cove while we rested up on the river waiting for them. At least this was our plan, however Kat and I were to stubborn to stop there and double our distance and finished a 25k. Not exactly what we hoped for, but gotta take what life hands ya with a grain of salt, right?!
*NOTE: after a few hours of icing I woke up this morning and my hand was mysteriously, almost back to normal leaving behind a great big bruise.