Unfiltered Story #314778
This was 5 years ago now. I was personally upset with myself, allowing my self to get so out of shape and put on so much weight.
It’s around the end of April, spring is starting and I noticed I’ve put on more weight. Weighing in at 240 pounds (well, 239.2 according to the scale). That’s 7 pounds more then I weighed last year and my 36 waist pants are getting tight on me. This is finally enough to get back to working out and stop being lazy.
I’m not lazy, per se, but I’m not active enough to offset the calorie intake. I have two huskies (one is 12 years old, doesn’t get around very well and the other is younger and only about 2-3 years old and she’s full of energy) that I walk regularly, upwards of 2 miles a day and a couple of 1/4 mile walks. Anyway…..
My knees hurt, especially my left, so I can’t just start off trying to run. So I develop a workout routine that consists of using the 100lb heavy bag, jump rope, push ups, sit ups, squats, lunges and so on. I start out slow and after a few months I’ve started getting 3-4, 45 minute workouts a week. It’s been a couple of months and it’s about mid July, I weigh myself and see I’m down to around 230. I’m finally starting to shed weight after I’ve put on some muscle. I keep up with the workout routine.
About a month later, in August, I start taking the young husky on a 1 mile run. I add the mile run to the end of every workout. Mid September rolls around and I’m down to 224, at the rate I’ve been going the past couple of weeks I’m dropping 2-3 pounds a week now. My goal is being 210 by the end of October, when my 36th birthday comes around. I’ve got a set goal and I continue my routine.
Exactly 8 days before my birthday I have that feeling that I just don’t really want to work out today. I’m weighing in at 213 pounds and I’ll be okay not working out today, but doing it tomorrow. My husky isn’t having it, she’s bouncing all over the place just urging me to take her out for a run…..begrudgingly I decide that I will workout.
I start out like I normally do, I walk both dogs for about 1-1.5 miles. I then go through my workout routine for about 45 minutes and then I get my husky ready for a run. As I run, about every quarter mile I pick up the pace and run faster. When I start the run I’m at a slow jog, maybe 5-6 mph. When I get about 1/4 mile into the run I speed up to maybe 7-8 mph and so on. On the last quarter mile I’m running a good speed of 12-13mph and finally I sprint the last 100 yards or so.
It’s around 7:30pm, it’s pretty dark out, but the sidewalks/paths my dog and I run on are well lit with street lights. My feet feel kind of heavy tonight, but I’m determined to push through this last bit of my workout. We start the run and just as we hit that spot where the last quarter mile is and I’m running around 12-13mph, my dog decides she sees something that catches her attention and she stops….just off to my left and I tell her:
Me: Sadie! Go, go, go, go!
I’m looking off in the direction she’s staring, thinking maybe she sees a rabbit or squirrel or another dog that’s got her attention, but I see nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary – no odd shadows that she might be suspicious of, nothing.
She starts to run again, but only goes about 4 steps and she stops again, but this time she stops right in front of me and sits. I’m mid stride and to avoid stepping on her I extend my right leg out further so I’m not to step on her. Now my stride is out of whack for the pace I’m running, my legs are too far apart and this shouldn’t be much of a problem, but as I went to bring my left leg over her, she stands up and my left foot hooks her hindquarter and now my left leg isn’t in front of me as I’m moving fast, it hits the ground directly under me and I’m completely off balance. I stumble forward, trying to to rapidly get my feet under me and keep my body upright, but it’s a lost cause. I realize that I’m going down and there’s no way I’m sticking my arms out to try and stop 213 pounds of me. I pull my arms to my chest and I tuck my head down as I’m falling forward – this causes me to go into a front flip as I’m only about 2-3 feet off the ground. I end up landing on my back, on the right shoulder blade and I summersault forward into the grass by the side of the sidewalk.
I’m still holding the leash in my left hand and I’m now on my knees in the grass looking around and wondering what the hell…did that just happen?
I didn’t get the wind knocked out of me and the fall didn’t really hurt. I sat there for about 60 seconds as my dog sulked over to me, she must of thought I was mad at her and kicked her when I tripped over her. I assured her she was fine and I was okay.
I got up and I finished the last quarter mile of the run. My right shoulder blade felt a bit stiff, but I figure it would be and it might be a week or so before I’m not overly sore and I can continue to my workouts again.
We get home and I go to shower, upon removing my shirt I feel a couple of small pops in my shoulder blade. I shower and dry off and now my shoulder is tight. I ice it and think not much else of it. I wake up in the morning and I can’t get out of bed without my back hurting like hell. I have to roll off the side of the bed and land on my knees, then stand up.
Apparently my dog took me out hard. I fractured my shoulder blade – it’s like breaking ribs, if anyone has experienced that. Always tight around the chest, can’t take deep breaths…I was miserable. Took almost 4 months for it to completely heal.
