Monday, January 9, 2012


I fell.  Again.  While running.  Not over anything, or in an attempt to escape from a careening car.  Over slight rise in the sidewalk.  Which indicates that my stride was such that my feet were just barely clearing the ground.  Which, you know, is how a champion runs.

Here's the thing: when you fall while running, you end up with a lot of forward momentum on your hands.  So to speak.  Think about that for a second.  I ended up with skinned hands and a knee, and a new gratitude that I was no longer pregnant.  Luckily, no one was around to awkwardly try to help me up, so I paused for only a nanosecond to record this new chapter in my life, then jumped up and kept running, trying to look positively fine, just in case anyone had seen.

That gouge is centered right on my lifeline.  Or loveline.  Or whatever line it is that makes washing your hands, cleaning your bathroom, or grasping things a total misery.

1 comment:

  1. Living in Rexburg in the winter + being me = falling every time I run.