We joined several running events, but my friends Robert and Hope wanted to experience doing something different. The trail run was something we thought would be a great experience. Admittedly I was so clueless of the event details. Since my running group registered, I agreed to join.
My trainers,Christy and Kenken Tutor, were with me in Barangay Budla-an, a remote area in Talamban.
The race started about 6:00 am. Kenken Tutor paced with me. The starting route was already challenging as it was an uphill run. Then as we went further, we had more climbing to do. I told Kenken to just pull me as we were going up. I kept reflecting on myself as I was going through the challenging trail. I recalled doing this in my younger days and wondered how I ended up doing it in my golden years. I felt tired at times but I would shout out my emotions and was still determined to finish the race.
Kenken and I were enjoying the run, as we went through the easy and challenging trails. The 2 kilometers long creek that we passed was a big treat to us as it cooled our bodies as we went through it. We just decided to take our time, take some photos and admired the scenery.
As we were in the last leg of our run, we passed a relatively flat terrain. Exhaustion caught up with me and my foot tripped. I found myself flat on my back with my head hanging over the slope. Kenken and Robert were there to help me. The marshals came to my rescue and with their help I slowly hopped on a motorbike which brought me to the finish line.
I got frustrated that I did not get to finish the run, but I consoled myself that things happen for a reason.
My ankle got swollen, so to give me peace of mind, I decided to have it checked with my doctor Doki Lumapas. Unfortunately, the x- ray showed a small fracture of my ankle. Without further discussion he said that I will have to be in a cast for the next six weeks. I asked him again if he was joking but he was very emphatic that he had to wrap my left leg.
I could not believe his statement, I wanted to cry when it dawned on me that he was serious.
In the end, I accepted the situation and comforted myself that six weeks is not a long time. What’s the fuss, I’ll still continue living a normal life.
I could not believe his statement, I wanted to cry when it dawned on me that he was serious.
In the end, I accepted the situation and comforted myself that six weeks is not a long time. What’s the fuss, I’ll still continue living a normal life.
Now that my left leg is in a cast, a lot of the things came across my
mind. I will not be able to exercise for
6 weeks and I will gain weight! I also
have a number of trips scheduled. Will I be fit to travel or not? Should I continue attending meetings as well
as social activities? Suddenly I could
not even plan my activities as this was dependent on the healing of my
foot. I did not get discouraged at all.
I asked myself what the universe is trying to tell me!
