I ran in the road and got hit by a boat

If you run in the street your going to get run over by a car. My kids have heard me say this literally probably a 100o times. Yesterday I ran in the street and got hit by a car, or actually a boat. It wasn't very fun, it scared me and left me with some pretty nasty cuts and bruises. But I didn't die, I wasn't maimed, I didn't even break anything, in fact it triggered a rush of adrenaline that pushed me to finish my race in record time. Other than some pretty nasty cuts and bruises I am fine, and I get an amusing story to tell.

It happened around mile 4 of the Speedy Spaniard, Spanish Fork's annual 24th of July 10k. Rick and I were running together he was pushing me a bit so I was focusing on staying up with him. I was feeling good and running strong. We came to an intersection where several cars were lined up waiting to turn. A truck pulling a boat pulled up to the stop sign and signaled to turn right. Runners were on either side of him, but seeing his blinker Rick choose the left side and I followed. The truck pulled out to the left. I saw him move and I saw the trailer swinging around towards me - I stopped and hugged the guard rail. It kept coming, I heard spectators yelling I realized there wasn't room for both me and the boat on this side of the guard rail I turned around to dive over the rail but before I made it over the boat slammed into me and pinned me against the rail. It swiped me as it moved past leaving some pretty big scraps, a couple cuts and some ugly purple bruises. I was kind of in shock - I couldn't believe I had actually been hit. Several people ran over to check on me - I was as embarrassed as I was hurt so I just bucked up said I was fine and kept running. I was blinking back the tears and hoping the tears would blend in with the sweat dripping down my face and no one would notice I was crying. I watched the truck for a minute fully expecting him to stop and check to make sure I was ok and at least apologize but as he drove out of sight I wondered if he even noticed. With all the people, who were standing in front of him, yelling, waving their arms and coming over to me I would think he would have figured out something was going on. But maybe he didn't - I guess I will never know. Rick was very concerned and stayed with me till mile 5 to make sure I was fine and get me across the last few intersections before he went ahead and pulled away. We both finished the race ahead of our goal time. It didn't' really hit me how lucky I was to walk, or run, away from that with so little damage until I had a few minutes to really think about it. If he would have been going faster, or gotten in closer he definitely could have broken my legs. I was very blessed to come away virtually unscathed.