I took a pretty good spill running AC100. Running along the ridge after cresting Mt Baden Powell, around Throop Peak, somewhere around mile 20, I snagged my foot in some shrubs and went down. My calves started spasming, and my attention was drawn to my legs, so it wasn’t until I was approaching Islip Saddle that I noticed the middle finger on my left hand was bent at an awkward angle, swollen, and sore.
Eventually the swelling went down. Eventually I was able to bend the finger around my hand-held water bottles. The pain, which had become a big (and, perhaps, oddly welcome) distraction in the heat of mid-day was forgotten by Mt. Hillyer.
Now it’s winter. Every morning when I wake up, my left hand feels stiff and the middle finger hurts and doesn’t want to bend. Once I’m up and have had a coffee I can almost make a fist, but that hand is never going to be a fighting hand. Luckily I’ve never been in a fistfight, so it’s not likely this will ever really be a problem.
I will try not to fall when I run it again this year.