Written by Anastasia Lee:
So, it was the last race of the season, the race I wanted to show what I could do, well... I showed what I could do, just not in the way I expected. I had been having trouble with my big toe on my right foot, it was infected, thus infecting the area around it, and making running a major pain in the neck. I didn't say much about it.
Naturally I also put off treating it to the last minute, literally, I was at the hospital with my Dad the morning of the race. They proceeded in telling me my toenail should be pulled off and my toe wrapped. The nurse came in with a large needle (Note: I don't like needles), and proceeded in jabbing me in the toe a total of four times, and contrary to what my Dad thought would happen, I said nothing ~ Although I am told my face was beet red. The doctor then came in, grabbed a pliers and yanked my toenail off. It didn't hurt, but let's just say I didn't think it was possible for a toe to bleed that much. He wrapped it up, and ended up giving me what looked like a shower cap to put on my foot as my foot was so swelled and the wrappings were so thick I couldn't put my shoe on.
I arrived at school an hour later, with everyone asking what happened to my foot. Two hours after I arrived it was time to head to the bus with my sister, as I had a Cross Country meet in one hour. By then the painkillers had worn off and I was seriously pondering whether or not I should run the meet. When my teammates ran their warmup, I was still attempting to put on my shoe, but the swelling completely eliminated that option, and my foot hadn't yet stopped bleeding.
So, I put my spike on my good foot and as for my bad foot, I ripped the insides out of my "trainers" or tennis shoes, slid them into my sock, pulling my shoelaces out of my shoes and tied the whole thing up into a makeshift cast and hobbled over to the start line, looking like a nut.
Jackie B. donated some athletic tape to my cause (to assure I didn't loose my makeshift 'shoe'), she is also a nurse in training so it was good practice. And BAM ~ The gun was off, granted I didn't run a "Personal Best" at that race, but I was far from last. I ran past my coaches at several points in the race, all of them giving me very odd looks, and I looked down at my foot at several points in the race, and began to wish I hadn't run. Let's just say I ruined the sock I was wearing... which happened to be my sisters. The sock started out white and finished the race red.
At the Cross Country Team Dinner at the end of the season, the coach said I was crazy (an opinion I can honestly concur with).