Monday, March 7, 2011

of bloody knuckles and unicorn tears.

Regarding Unicorn Tears... mostly that's for all those Lulu loving girlie girl runners out there. HOLLA'! Yes, I admit, sometimes I am one of THOSE chicks. I like running skirts and pink... and glittery Sweaty Bands for my hair.... and Unicorn Tears print from Lulu. Don't hate. Just accept. That is all on my new obsession that topic.

Bloody knuckles however, unlike unicorn tears (although i choose to believe they exist), those are real. And the antithesis of Unicorn Tears, no? I was sporting some pretty hardcore bloody knuckles last Thursday at the gym. The thing is, thanks to my current desire to sleep in instead of getting up early to run, I usually do my speedwork at the gym over lunch. Let's be honest, no one wants me at work after speedwork, un-showered. Because while I may like girlie running gear, I sweat like an overweight man reaching for his last Cheeto when I workout. So really, it's just easier to do speedwork at the gym most days.

That said, I am not a coordinated person. When I run on a treadmill more than likely I walk away with slightly skinned knuckles thanks to the fact that I'll hit them over and over and over....and over.....sigh. And over again on the handles of the machine. That takes a special level of uncoordinated, people. One that clearly only I have reached. Usually it's just a little skinned knuckle or two, nothing awful.

Thursday however, I was in fine form. I was tired and was getting sloppy during my last of four one-mile repeats and BAM. I busted my knuckles so hard on the handles that there was instant gushing blood. And maybe a little wimpy yelp from my mouth. Just a little one. Good thing I had a towel, which was white. Um, right. Not sanitary. Not cool. I had just become that gross girl at the gym. The gross one who likes Unicorn Tears no less. UGH.

Thankfully I only had a mile and a half left. So I tried to be as discreet as possible, keeping the bleeding knuckles under control until I finished. It was pretty awesome. I was just hoping anyone who noticed would think I was hardcore and had maybe just gotten in a wicked fight instead of... you know. Busting open my knuckles on a treadmill while running in a skirt and yellow top. And yes, I absolutely sanitized that machine after, along with my hands. GERMS!!

*me and my bloody knuckles, the other hand was bleeding too, but i'm not that talented with my camera phones skillz. HOTT. you're welcome.*

12 comments:

IzzyBubbles said...

Meh. I have a tendency to kick myself in the ankles whenever I get tired and sloppy, so I usually end up with a bloody sock or two. Running is truly an ugly sport, unicorn tears and all.

desperately seeking redemption said...

Please don't bloody the UT. One of the many reasons I avoid the tm like the plague.

Paul said...

Hmm. I guess you showed that uppity treadmill whos boss!

I do the same thing once in a while. I also keep hitting the 'up-incline' switch doing that.

Have to back off more I guess.

misszippy said...

Ouch--that's crazy! Here's something to work on: I learned a while back that ideal running form involves your arms not swinging past your ribs. So for you...you could alleviate the bloody knuckles and improve your form all at once!

Marlene said...

That is some serious treadmilling!!!

Indi said...

wow...its now a contact sport with the treadmill! Totally agree with Kristen, I have some pretty nice scars from where i hit my ankle repeatedly. And as of yesterday, some love scrapes and scratches that i swear came out of nowhere and grabbed me :)

RunnuRMark said...

Looks like you put one helluva bruising on that dreadmill. Come on, what did it ever do to you? And Indi...uhhhh...you and Trevor getting a little rough there?

2 Slow 4 Boston said...

Yeah what misszippy said :-D I run on treadmills quite a bit and never managed that feat, I'd like to see you in action, maybe with my camcorder in hand! Sorry about your boo boo.

You stole my thunder reading my blog before I could inform you of the honor bestowed upon you. I hope you feel a little bit special now.

I might give into the peer pressure to show up to St. Pat run on Sat.

Amanda - RunToTheFinish said...

ok i have coordination issues, but i do not get bloody knuckles on the treadmill that's crazy

lindsay said...

That takes skill... I usually just step off the belt onto the side and almost cause myself a wipeout. Maybe you should join the obese man and his cheetos, just to be safe ;)

Or, get a lot of body spray/air freshened and continue to not shower after a lunch run.

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Laura said...

I think I am the only runner left on earth who does not own anything Lululemon.