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How peril and pain derailed my holiday

Hi y'all,

Trotting along the yellow brick road has been exciting and honestly quite a breeze until last Sunday. Obviously things were bound to take a turn for the worse because no epic journey is complete without at least one disaster. Last Sunday I encountered my first and it all started with an evil tram driver who appeared to have about the worst day of his life and decided to exit all passengers on the most touristy and crowded spot in Amsterdam; Dam square. Now my run was scheduled to start at Waterlooplein which is about one mile away from Dam square but getting there through the hurds of tourists can be a daunting task. I managed to get there froggering all the way without being bumped into or weed ashed all over (people please....it is disgusting!) and felt excited. I was about to run 15km along Amstel river, through Amstel park and than homeward via Amstelpark, the sluice at nieuwemeer and than Erasmuspark. But at kilometre 3.2 Peril showed up and took shape as a lose paving stone.




Before I even knew what was happening he catapulted me into the air and sent me flying on a collision course with the rest of his family. All I could think of was 'NOT MY KNEES, NOT MY KNEES' And than the blow came. My stretched out right hand with my Nathan's in it, hit the pavement first and a microsecond later my right knee took the other half of the blow. I knew right away that something was terribly wrong but the adrenaline kept me from thinking straight. So after some help from a house boat couple who saw the whole thing cleaning out the abrasions on both hands and knees, calling my husband to see if he felt I should seek medical help at an ER and than finding myself convincing him - correction...myself- that I was fine and I could go on...I decided I could go on. 



Wrong!! At kilometre 6.4 I had to stop because I felt like puking and fainting at the same time. After deliberating what ER to go to I figured it would be the best idea ever to go home first, take a shower and than go to the ER. Coming home I tried to talk my husband out of taking me to the ER because I was scared that they might see the damage and put my running on hold. My man wouldn't have any of my excuses and insisted on going.. So I did. It wasn't until I was actually at the ER talking to the doctor about running with a plaster cast on my hand that I realized it was a good idea I went and sought help. You kind of realize you're not doing as Okay as you'd convinced yourself when the staff starts to make pain twisted faces when they first see your hands and knees...




 I still thought I could run until the nurse putting the plaster on told me that if I wanted my wrist to heal quickly that I should be smart and 'take a hike'  this week. Just maybe the cast can come off wednesday and maybe it turns out to not be fractured. So I'm doing the smart thing. I'm hiking the miles this week. All of m. So yesterday me and my love took a 10 mile hike. And you know what? It is hard! So please sent me some good vibes and help me cast-away my cast.

That's it for now, until we read again
As always, Love Marlies


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