"Am I bleeding?"
"Uhh, yeah, your knees are bleeding,
"How bad is it?"
"It looks pretty bad. I think our run is over."
"No it's not. We can keep going." I raised my arm over my head to pause my Garmin.
"No, Jamie. I'm pretty sure we need to get you cleaned up and resting."
In my head I knew it was the smart thing to do. Several thoughts passed through my head as I considered what to do.
1. But I am training for Ironman
2. This is a really important workout for the training plan this week
3. I woke up early to do this
4. Demetrius just got off working a 12 hour shift and I don't want to waste his time
5. I'm a badass, I can keep going
6. I don't have time for an injury
7. It's probably not that bad
8. I will NOT quit after running only .15 miles.
9. Is that blood running down my leg, or sweat?
10. Okay, how do I stand up because I cut my hands too...
Just then, a car pulled over quickly and a woman ran over to us. She asked if I was okay and told me that she is a runner and she got scared when she saw a runner laying on the sidewalk. I told her what happened and pointed to the spot on the sidewalk where I tripped. Demetrius went over to the school across the street to see if they had any first aid items we could use to clean up my leg. Blood was running into my sock at this point. The school workers said didn't have anything (which how is that possible??) so we went to the church to ask if they had anything. He came back with some paper towels and meanwhile the woman from the car gave me a bottle of water to start flushing out the dirt and debris. My leg kept bleeding, but I was like, "No, we can still try this run." A few minutes later, a man from the church came over with a first aid kit. I was able to clean the cut with a cleaning wipe and then put two large bandaids over the cut. I wasn't sure how long they would stick since I was sweating, but it was worth a shot.