Ran the Queens Half-Marathon today, and a PLF definitely saved my wrists.

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So a PLF saved one or both my ankles this morning, and DEFINITELY saved one or both my wrists.

I ran the Queens Half Marathon today. I was, as always, displeased with my time, (1:56:06) but whatever. It was hilly, and I fasted for Yom Kippur all day yesterday. (Yeah, I'm not asking God what's up with his timing on THAT, or anything.)

Anyhow... A friend ran miles 7-finish with me. This friend is also a woman who's completed an Ironman Triathlon. We can all hate her now.

Anyhow, she pushed me hard, and I was hurting. I was close to puking when I crossed the finish line. I don't know if it was that, or if I just stumbled, or if I tripped, or if I was tripped, or whatever, but next thing I knew, I was headed to the ground fast.

It took me probably five minutes after the fall to realize - "Holy shit! I PLF'd!"

I don't even remember doing it. Talk about muscle memory - As soon as I recogized that I was falling, I instinctively curled up, and sure enough, landed calf, butt, back, etc.

Bounced back up, cursed, and checked my time. (Typical runner.)

Amazing how ingrained that muscle memory becomes, huh? Looked at my body a few minutes later, the dirt patterns (love NYC cement, dirty even when it's clean) were perfect for a perfectly performed PLF.

So anyway, had that not happened, I probably would have taken out a wrist trying to stop my fall.

Argh.

Anyway, yeah... a 1:56:06. Oh well. the next half one is Staten Island on the 21st. Then, the marathon. Which I'm still planning to do, assuming I don't die first.

:)

-Peter

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"Why'd you track away at 7,000 feet?"
"Even in freefall, I have commitment issues."

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You're going to be sore tomorrow.