Scroll down a few posts and you shall come across one where I'm bragging (ummm...this week) about a fairly fast 12 miler. One little detail I failed to mention was that I....fell. I was going to make no mention of it, but I think I *must* address it since I think its the cause of me not having run 2 days in a row. Let me set the scene.
It was 3:45am and I was on the pavement weaving through buttress roots, empty cans and a few leaves here and there. In other words, concentrating....really hard. I wish I could say something like I fell saving the world - but it wasnt so dramatic. Basically a very jealous street sign posited itself right infront of me. So what could I do?! I took a real tumble - something I am very used to. But this was different. I tuck a set of keys on the left side of my running tights/shorts every morning - yes, and they're sharp. I not only fell, but fell in such a way that I scrapped the keys on the left side of my belly-button. Dont ask how! And yes, this proves I am quite flexible. I lay there gathering my composure for a few seconds before doing what any runner would do - I reached to my right wrist and paused my Garmin. As soon as I caught myself doing this, I let out a giggle. I then dusted myself off, and ran 4 miles back home.
That is all folks. I'm afraid I might need stitches, the gash is a few centimetres too deep.
600 single stair repeats - in just over an hour.
1 comment:
Gee .. I feel guilty now, about making fun of your fall. Hope you're alright matey!
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