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| Louie in my garage. |
My training has hit a hurdle because I hit a patch of ice.
Anyone reading this blog is going to think that maybe Louie and I are a dangerous mix but Monday night, on the first frightfully frigid day that was more akin to mid-January than late fall, I rushed home worried about the little guy.
He had been outside all day and I had visions of him shivering, confused and scared, in his snow-covered straw house in a neighbour's backyard.
I did a lap around my condo complex, following the trail of tiny paw prints in the snow — paw prints that seemed to only go in circles. I called out to my little buddy and finally saw him crawl underneath the fence of a neighbouring yard, giving one of his high-pitched meows all the while.
I ran toward him, like a parent relieved to be reunited with missing child and scooped him up with every intention of getting him into the safety and pseudo-warmth of my garage. I moved fast, focused on keeping Louie shielded from the falling snow flakes and from jumping out of my arms.
Too bad I didn't see that patch of ice until I was laying on it with Louie lying right next to me, body slammed to the ground because I had no time to react, no time to throw him in the air so he could land on his feet and I could put my hands up to break my fall.
Nope, we went down, fast and hard. He wasn't happy and scampered off, glowering at me from afar until I convinced him I really didn't mean it in between wincing in pain.
Problem is, Louie seems to have fully recovered. In fact, he's relaxing in my garage as I type. I, on the other hand, have bruises all down the left side of my body, which took the impact. I even had to take Tuesday off work so I could stay horizontal because sitting or standing were sheer agony.
That also means I have taken a hiatus from my training, but I'm hopeful it won't be for too long. I have back-to-back races coming up: one on New Year's Eve and one on New Year's Day.
They're only five kilometres each but still, I'm worried about getting rusty. Mostly, though, I'm worried about slipping again and not having a chubby homeless cat to comfort me.
