Princess 1/2 take 2

I registered for the Princess Half today. I hope it was just what I needed after struggling these past few weeks. I had a bad 5 mile run last week and couldn't run this weekend because of the huge snowstorm we had. 2 feet of snow fell on us. We lost power and water for 24 hours. Not pretty. Which leads me to a funny story; kind of.

So, my husband gets home early yesterday because the roads are bad (remember that little fact, it's important to the story). He made it into work but no one showed up because they were smart enough to stay home; so he thought he'd go back home too. However he had an errand to run so he suggested he take the girls with him and why don't I go for a run while he was gone. Now this is the same man who suggested we sprint out of the blocks in a 5K we ran together some years back and I listened to him and almost puked. Overall, he's a very smart man. There are just some things that he says that I've learned I should ignore. Obviously, I haven't quite learned enough. But I'm getting ahead of myself...

After my initial thoughts of "No way! Are you crazy?", I thought it might be fun. The last time I ran in the snow was in high school. It was actually during a snowstorm and it was awesome! I had so much fun. Well, I got on my running stuff and headed out the door. It started out great. The roads were packed with snow, but so much so that I wasn't slipping. It was gorgeous outside, the sun was shining and it looked like a winter wonderland. I hit patches of ice and slush but was careful and took much smaller steps than usual. I got to the end of my subdivision (suicide hill, as I affectionately call it) when it happened. I bit it. It was the kind of fall when the first thing you do is look around to see if anyone saw it because you know you looked like a complete idiot (Jackie- if you're reading this I know you know what I mean.) My legs just flew out from under me and I twisted to the right side. As I was about to land with all my weight on my right hand, I decided it would be better to roll. So roll I did. Not pretty. I landed on my right shoulder and my right middle finger and then rolled and slid on the ice. It retrospect, it was pretty funny and I'm sure if someone did see it, they laughed their head off.

I was a little shaken but continued to run back down the hill. But my confidence was shot and every time I got to a little ice, I walked. It's amazing how I was able to run the whole way out and I must have slipped 3o times on my way home. So I ran, walked and slid the rest of the way home. At one point I had to stop and wait in someones driveway as two snow plows went by. I chuckled to myself as I waved to them. They must have thought I was crazy.

The best part of this story is when I got home, my family wasn't home. I thought they should have been so I called my husband on his cell. Turns out he got the van stuck on a hill and had to have a guy help him push the car out. I couldn't believe it!

I think the lesson of the story is that we both should have stayed home. Now the dilema facing me tomorrow is that I'm supposed to run 5 miles and my gym is closed in the morning. Do I dare face the roads again?