OK, so no one told me that when one decides to start running on trails that falling would become a regular occurrence or some sick right of passage. In all of my running years, I’ve fallen fewer than a handful of times. Over the last two-ish weeks, I’ve fallen twice – once on the trails, and today on the sidewalk. Today's fall produced the worst road rash I’ve ever had, more than a few tears, and most definitely an f-bomb or 7.
After a couple of long days working out of my VT offices, I took to the great outdoors for a mentally cleansing run. I usually use the hotel treadmill when I’m in VT, but today was a gorgeous day and I figured a fairly straightforward out&back would give me a safe 3 miles before heading back indoors for the evening. Armed with a bottle of water and my pepper spray, I headed out. All seemed pretty benign until I got tangled up in what looked like a misshapen wire hanger. I never had a chance. I went down so fast and slid across the sidewalk so hard…..man, it hurts just typing it.
|Right leg & elbow. Left side just a few bumps - not nearly as photogenic!|
My goal now is to try to avoid getting blood all over the hotel towels as I work on cleaning the wounds. My mentally cleansing run could end up looking like a hotel murder scene if I'm not careful! Though I imagine that might keep the housekeeping staff wondering….