Hi, I'm High!

It's 11:32pm.
I am in bed, thanks to Joel.
I have gone to the bathroom, with help (thanks honey)
I am not in pain unless I try to do something silly, like move anything other than my fingers.

Rewind to 7:40pm...
There we were, Donna, Carleen & I, enjoying a warm night, testing out the race route in East Kelowna... excited about the 10K we are running out there June 10th. Two kilometres in, everything is absolutely fine, I'm in a perfectly normal, straight ahead, flat stride, when what I can only describe as a FLASH of pain in my lower back comes out of no where... "Oh, oh. oh....." I come to a stop... my friends know something's bad... they each grab an arm as I start to buckle...

I try to catch my breath, we're there for a minute, them holding me up as I try to get oriented to what happened and what I'm going to do next... I figure my options are
1) drop to the ground and go fetal
2) keep leaning on them indefinately
3) wait for the pain to pass and start running again

A car stops and asks if we're ok... I still think #3 is an option, so we thank them for stopping and tell them we're ok.

After about 5 minutes I realize that since I can not move, shift weight, straighten or bend, Option #3 may be off the list.

So we decide we need Carleen to get a ride back to her truck so she can come back and pick us up... the run is clearly over, as pretty much all I can do is breath or cry. It was mostly crying.

SO the girls try to flag down a vehicle...
picture us... three women, obviously out for a run on a country road, one of them is obviously in trouble (as her friends are holding her up)... and we are clearly unarmed in our tanktops and shorts (who knows what we have stashed in our waterbottle belts???)

Can you beleive 4 or 5 cars passed us (a couple of women drivers) before finally a car with 3 nice young men from Alberta stop and take Carleen to her car. We couldn't beleive it.

So, after some interesting maneuvering to get me into and out of Carleen's truck (it's a big tall one) and a lot of whincing, crying, and help from D & C to get me home and on my couch... nicely drugged up, ice packed and pillowed... they were able to leave me alone until Joel made it home 20 minutes later. And not a moment too soon a I had to pee and that was a whole 'nother show. After which I fainted, getting to my bed.

So, here I am, wondering what I'll feel like tomorow... hoping and praying that I'll feel a LOT better, that my running days are not over, thankful Joel can run into the office early early, grab his stuff and work at home.... just incase I need to go pee again tomorrow.

p.s. I love drugs.
p.s.s. THANK YOU THANK YOU DONNA & CARLEEN, you both rock, and Donna, you're going to be an AWESOME nurse... that's not the drugs talking.