Blog title sounds awesome, eh? Well itz been an awesome last two mornings of runs. So Wednesday, I headed out of my house at 5:30 a.m. to get my miles in. It was pitch black, but recently that’s just how it’s been since fall is nearing. I run in my neighborhood all.the.time. and my neighborhood is not well lit. Itz never been a problem… until Wednesday. Literally one minute into my run, I tripped, failed to catch myself, and landed kersplat on the concrete.
It took me a minute to get up, and assess the situation. My whole body was hurting, but I quickly realized I did not have any serious injuries (thank goodness!). Multiple places on my body (wrists, hands, elbow, knee, hip, shoulder) were stinging, and I couldn’t see anything, so I turned around and walked home to assess the damage.
A bunch of scrapes and cuts and bruises, but no broken bones or twisted ankles. Whew! I ended up just running a mile on the treadmill in the basement after that. Didn’t want to take any more chances. Two days later and my battle wounds are healing.
Well, kind of healing. Itz a start, I suppose. I have never fallen while running before. Sure, I’ve tripped, but I’ve always caught myself and never hit the ground. The fall was a rude awakening. So yesterday I decided to get smart and take my phone to use as a flashlight. All was well; I covered five miles (for my 109th consecutive day running!), and headed to the driveway to unlock my front door. I pulled out my keys and found…
My car key! Not my house keys! The two are usually attached, but when I run I separate them, so there is not as much to carry. Obviously I grabbed the wrong part yesterday. Enter freak out mode: itz 6:30 in the morning, Jonny is at work 30 minutes away, all our doors are locked, we don’t keep an extra key under the mat, and I need to be showered and at school shortly after. Long story short, I texted my father-in-law who came to my rescue. (Thank you, Jack!!)
How about this week YOU give ME a high-five for surviving my two running mishaps?
I know it could have been worse, much worse, and I am very lucky, but holy moly.I’m still in disbelief over my last two runs. Like I said, I’ve never fallen while running before. I’ve also never locked myself out of the house. Here’s to staying on two feet, having the right keys, and no more disasters!Have you ever fallen while running? Have you ever locked yourself out?