This one will be an interesting scar.
It's been awhile since I've gotten road rash or road burn on a run.
I'd even thought to myself, "I haven't fallen lately while running. My gait and attention must be getting better."
And thank, universe for that reminder.
It happened yesterday in the first mile of my 6 mile run. I caught my foot on the pavement and went down life Supergirl, arms stretched out like I was flying.
Once I hit the ground, I immediately and instinctively rolled over onto my back like a dead bug.
I lay there breathing for about 30 seconds.
I got up and checked myself over.
A small cut on my left palm and a huge scrape on my right forearm that was dirty and bloody. My right shoulder and hip felt twingey.
The woman who was a bit behind me on the sidewalk yelled out, "Are you ok?"
I gave her a thumbs up and a thanks.
And then I kept running for another 5.5miles.
Part of it was sheer determination.
I was committed to my run because I only get out one day a week for a run.
Part of it was the fact that this had happened before. I knew I was ok and that 5.5 miles wouldn't change that.
Part of it was stubbornness and silliness.
Still, I'm glad I finished.
My body was tired and sore and bloody.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Tales from the road.
Any of my fellow runners out here have tales to tell about going down and getting back up?
I'd love to hear them!