Runners tend to be a competitive sort, and trail runners are
no different. That’s one of the things that make this story so special.
Last weekend, I participated in a trail race. (I am trying to stay more active this winter,
even though MS tends to ramp up for me at that time of year.) The event included
a 6+ mile run and a 3+ mile hike – both on loopy, hilly, rutty, muddy, woodsy
trails. Fallen branches, unearthed tree roots, bubbling creek crossings,
slippery rocks, and steep inclines were everywhere. It was a fun challenge.
At least, it started
that way.
About 1.65 miles into the thing, a new running friend and I
stumbled upon a small group of fellow entries, who were stopped. One of these
young ladies had injured her ankle and could not put any weight on it. No one
seemed to have a phone.
A few runners had already passed her, tromping along to
complete the course.
As I pulled out my cell to call the race director for help,
three of these ladies sprang into action. Two of them draped the hurt runner’s
arms over their shoulders. The third picked up her legs and hung them over her
shoulders. (I’ve never seen that done before, but it sure worked.)
Looking at the photos later, I am surprised that I did not
notice the guy in the background earlier. He did not seem to have a race
bib, so he may have been a random trail traveler.
Together, with a few scattered rest stops, the ladies
carried the injured one almost a mile back through the rugged terrain. I went
ahead a bit, trying to spot the not-so-nearby road through the trees and
thickets and attempting (rather lamely, if you will) to pinpoint our location. Finally,
I stomped through the brush to wave down the rescue truck, and we were able to
load the girl into it.
Just gotta love finding folks who are willing to step out of
a race and help someone who needs it. A few of those ladies apparently knew one
another. The rest did not.
I do not know how the hurt runner fared afterwards. I have
no idea whether her ankle is broken or sprained or what. I don’t even know her
name. But I am proud of the fellow runners who came to her aid.
After the rescue, several of the ladies found their way back
on-course and finished the race. My friend and I headed back to base instead. I
broke a bone on the way back – not long after this incident. That’s another story … and another post.
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taken and copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson
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