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June 21, 2006

If You Want Blood

I have one quick World Cup-related item before today’s post…

This morning I stopped at the bodega on my way to work, and walked in just as Mexico was lining up for a penalty kick against Portugal. Mexico was losing 2-1 at the time.

There were about 10 people in the bodega cheering and chatting and paying for items at the register, until one of the amigos said “Everybody! Silencio!” so he could watch the penalty kick. Everyone immediately fell silent, then we all screamed in shock as the Mexican guy launched the PK over the crossbar. I think I even learned a couple new swear words. A few minutes later we all went on our way again.

Afterwards, I knew there must have been 100 million people watching the same thing and having the same reaction at exactly the same time as we did in the little bodega. And that’s a snapshot of why I like the World Cup – it’s a shared experience of truly global proportions. Not many sports can claim the same thing.


Anyway, on to the post. It turns out I have one more Dipsea-related post in me. One I wasn’t really expecting.

I noted that several people were somewhat disappointed about the lack of blood and gore in my Dipsea report and photo. I wasn’t sure what to say about this. It’s not like I’m trying to get myself bruised and bloody out there. I just run the race as hard as I can, and deal with whatever scrapes and sores might happen as a consequence. This year I happened to come out relatively unscathed.

Then four days later I went on my first post-race run, an easy five-miler on the trails at Garland Ranch. About 30 minutes into the run, I drew blood.

I wasn’t doing anything spectacularly risky like jumping over logs or racing down railroad-tie stairs. In fact, I was running uphill at the time. Quite slowly. And I tripped over a root that only protruded a few inches over the ground.

The funny part was, I knew the root was there, and thought I could clear it with no trouble. But obviously my legs were a little more fatigued than I realized, because I couldn’t lift my foot up the extra few inches necessary to avoid the root.

As I picked myself off the ground and dusted off, the guy I was running with went back a few paces to check out the monster that had wrestled me to the ground. Seeing the blood coming from my knee, he said, “You better make up a better story than this to explain that scrape.”

So for the remainder of the run – while I considered the irony of my surviving one of the most brutal trail races in America without a scratch only to go down in a heap on a recovery run - I pondered various ways to embellish the story. But then I remembered the comments from the Dipsea post.

Apparently it’s not the story you’re interested in. It’s the blood. So I stopped irrigating the leg, and just came back home and took this picture. Like the old AC/DC song says - if you want blood, you’ve got it:


Yes, I know it's very minor. But don’t let anybody say I won’t bleed for you.

12 comments:

olga 6/21/06, 9:41 AM  

Not enough!
But you better clean it well.
I don't care of my own cuts, and my husband always makes fun of me as "an almost 40 yo woman wears shorts and has scartched legs with poison oak all over". You know, the conservative Russian mentality:) Some wounds leave scars forever...we have a saying "Scars make a man more handsome" - in my definition I am that man!

stronger 6/21/06, 9:47 AM  

This post goes into the classics section.

matt 6/21/06, 11:12 AM  

throw a little ketchup on there...we are a blood-thirsty bunch :)

angie's pink fuzzy 6/21/06, 12:20 PM  

that's more like it! *grin*

susie 6/21/06, 12:48 PM  

ugh....I'll take the story.

Cliff 6/21/06, 1:55 PM  

I always thought if there ain't blood, i ain't pushing hard enough... :)..

Deene 6/21/06, 2:30 PM  

what's that saying, "chicks dig scars"? lol

Thomas 6/21/06, 2:54 PM  

Is that it? I expected more gore!

Actually, I had a very similar accident about two years ago. I saw the root, I tried to jump over it, and one second later I was on the floor. The kids kept reminding me for at least a year after that to be more careful and not to hurt my knee again every time I went running.

robtherunner 6/21/06, 7:01 PM  

Nice moves Donald!

I was in the student lounge yesterday for lunch with a couple of gals and a guy came in to watch the world cup and he seemed quite annoyed by the fact that we were talking about school rather than watching the game intently. However, I don't even think the guy was a student so I didn't feel too guilty for interrupting the game.

backofpack 6/22/06, 12:13 PM  

Hey Donald! Where's the dripping blood? It should be running down your leg. Not too bad though...

jeff 6/22/06, 3:34 PM  

donald, you're such a giver!

Downhillnut 6/23/06, 8:38 AM  

Last summer I thought I'd do a little off-sidewalk training in preparation for an upcoming trail 10k. Literally 10 steps after leaving the sidewalk on totally FLAT dirt I missed a pipe sticking up out of the ground and ended up with roadrash bigger than my kneecap.

I felt really stupid and it was a good 2 weeks before it healed up enough that I could run again. If it had happened during the race? I would have bragged on endlessly...

Bloody timing is everything, eh?

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