Training Day #76

(a.k.a. “Sometimes We All Take Diggers”)

Tonight I headed out on a run. I hadn’t run since my race on Saturday and I felt my body longing to get out and go. I was craving a run. I like that feeling. 🙂

My legs had other ideas, though, when I first started out. They felt like Jello. It took them close to three miles to come around and join the run with the rest of my body.

After that, the run was clicking and feeling really good…

…until I hit 3.6-miles and something happened. I can’t even explain what it was – did I just lose my balance? did I “blackout” for a split-second? did I trip over an invisible foot in the road? All I know is that I started falling. I attempted to correct myself, but I went down anyway.

Knee first. Hand. Elbow. Then my body flipped right over my left shoulder in some sort of weird somersault motion. My graceful fall ended in the ditch. I sat there in stunned motionless silence for a minute and then looked myself over.

Thankfully, my knee strap kept my knee from being gashed wide open. My hand looked okay, although there was tar in the wound. My elbow and shoulder escaped with hardly a scratch.

I stood up and figured that since I was only 0.4-miles from home I’d run. Run with my left hand up on my shoulder because I wasn’t sure how bad the bleeding would be. And run I did. Probably my fastest interval of the evening.

I’m okay. I washed carefully and drown my wounds with first-aid spray.

We’ll see if I’m up for a run tomorrow. I know that my mind will be.