Two falls, no submission


It rained really heavily last night, and then it stopped raining, and then it started again, and it never really stopped after that. La Serpiente didn’t wake up more than twice in the night and I was disciplined enough to be in bed before midnight, so I got almost seven hours of sleep before this morning’s run. And the rain carried on…

I was running with another guy from the Singapore Shufflers, Ramon, who was also part of our 400m relay team in the Singapore Masters back in September. We headed out on the usual Green Corridor route, sopping wet after two weeks of rain, and occasionally we’d have to pause for him to empty mud out of his shoes.

I felt quite smug; my Nike Kigers, despite having what appears to be a silly made-up name, were pretty good at keeping the muck out (that’s partly because they’re pretty new, so they’re tight around the ankle and capable of keeping stuff out). Then we reached a ten metre long puddle that stretched the full width of the trail. I ran through it, keeping my knees high in case I tripped on something (it was at least shin deep) and came out the end, rejoicing that the soaking was over, only to be presented with another puddle just as big and just as deep a few metres later. Through that we went as well, and then we climbed out of the humid ditch that is the Green Corridor, both paused to empty our shoes, and then headed to Horticultural Park.

Initially I’d planned to do Green Corridor – Horticultural Park – Kent Ridge – Horticultural Park – Mount Faber and home, but we were both too tired to contemplate the stairs up to Kent Ridge. My GPS thinks we did a shade under 14k, but it clipped off the first two or three km, so we had a tough session anyway. We ran back from the foot of Kent Ridge, up through Horticultural Park and onto the metal footbridge to Mount Faber.

And then I started falling over.

My Kigers are made with grippy, heavily lugged soles for cutting through mud. On rain slicked metal plate, it turns out they don’t confer much grip, and, turning a corner, my legs went out from under me and I went down hard on my left hip, smacking my elbow and the palm of my hand too. I staggered upright, not quite sure how it had happened, and looking at a bruised and swollen hand. There was no point standing around in the rain getting cold and lamenting my situation, so we started off again, and at the next but one corner, just as I was feeling confident again, down I went for a second time.

At least my legs went to the left this time, so I slammed my right hip and elbow and hand. It doesn’t do to get unbalanced. I swore, then got up and trudged much more slowly to the top of Mount Faber, before running down again, much more cautiously than I usually would. I didn’t sprint down the wooden decking of Henderson Waves or any of my usual silliness – how disappointing.

The rain got heavier as we got closer to home. Half a mile from home I couldn’t see: the rain was now washing dried sweat from my forehead into my eyes, and I had to constantly blink away the pain and try to run forwards and not into a parked car or a road sign. Somehow we made it back without further incident (I almost went down again due to a metal plate on the pavement by our bus stop, but narrowly avoided going three-for-three.)

So that was a good start to the day, after which I stank as I tried to make my wife a decent cup of coffee. At the time, I hadn’t realised how hard I’d hit my hips. I only found out a little while later, when I discovered that strong hips are required for pushing heavily laden strollers up hill, for galloping when you have a child on your head, for getting off the sofa and every other thing I usually take for granted.

So I’m glad my run today made me appreciate my hips more. After Tuesday’s salsa lesson, I almost believed I had no use (or ability to use) my hips at all. At least now I know what I’m missing.


4 responses to “Two falls, no submission”

  1. I’m always falling over. Usually it’s tree roots making the pavement lumpy, or those guttering things that lead off people’s houses. And even if it’s slightly dark and 6 in the morning, there’s always some random person around to gawp at you.
    At least you have some proper treacherous surfaces to bring you down.

    • It’s strange – it feels much more galling to me that I haven’t fallen over for so long, to do so twice in the space of five minutes. Plus it feels much more sore than it looks, so I get very little sympathy as I stagger ineptly around the house…

  2. So I suppose that means you can compare/contrast the colour of bruises with La Serpiente. Poor you. Am watching the Irish & Welsh rugby teams throw themselves at each other, guess they will have a few impressive colours by the end of their game.

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