April 11, 2008
I dislocated my shoulder. The morning we left for Mendoza I went running by myself. For most of the time I ran my intervals along some patches of grass near a culvert, but for the last few minutes, I was running back to the hotel on some broken sidewalk decorated with bits of trash and random debris. While dodging a crowd waiting for a bus, I tripped on a hoop of discarded wire and fell on my left wrist and shoulder. It took me a few moments to get up and look back to understand what happened. My wrist was scraped and my shoulder was clearly out of place.
Thankfully, I was near the hotel and managed to get back on my own, with my right hand holding my left arm bent and against my chest. Leah was getting ready to take me to the hospital when my shoulder moved (with a grizzly sound of grinding meat and bone) back into the correct position. Once it was back in place, the pain subsided and the hospital trip seemed unnecessary.
Not surprisingly, it´s still very sore. But, I´m feeling immensely better, and my flexibility and mobility seem to be almost normal. Now I just need to let it completely heal before I start running again.
