I woke up this afternoon and headed out for a little four miler. There was nothing much noteworthy about the run itself (I think I averaged 12:00 or so), but about a mile in I was running on the sidewalk on my way to a trail when a police car passed (not even lightsandsirens) and I'm all Oooooh, something shiny! and next thing I know I'm flying through the air in the familiar Oh Shit! position, arms out legs back Splat! I am no stranger to falling down and I'm used to rolling with it, rolling down the trail once or twice, dusting myself off then getting on with it.
Reason #47 I prefer trail running to road running: pavement is wicked unforgiving ...
Ouchie!! It hurt like a son of a bitch for about a minute or so, then I picked up my dignity (who am I fooling? I have none!) and carried on. It doesn't hurt, but I know it's gonna leave a big frickin scab. Lovely.
Oh, and I got in to the Nike Women's Half Marathon in October with Lisa (I'd throw a link in but don't know how with the phone, she's over there on the sidebar). This will be a kinda milestone race as it's BIG (so far i've just done little races, mostly), something I actually might be READY for (might I actually do some speedwork in training?), and I'll run it WITH someone, which will be a big step for a recluse runner like me. Thanks, blogosphere!