The start of my 12 mile run went well enough. About a half hour later it all started to go terribly wrong.
First, at about the 3 mile mark, my GPS watch died. I stopped, sighed, then tried to picture a route that would give me the 9 miles I needed to complete my run. I decided to run the route I ran last week with an additional loop or two in hopes it would add up to 12.
The next couple of miles were uneventful. I did my usual loop through the cemetery and then headed up to the Wellness park to refill my water bottles and add another mile. On my way back from the park, I decided to do a quick loop through the main street of town. I was feeling a little tired and not really paying attention when BAM! the top of my shoe caught an upraised section of concrete and I went flying.
This was the result...
|just another scar to add to my collection|
It wasn't until I walked in the door and saw Seth that I started to cry. This is not the first time I've fallen while running but it is the first time that I've had the battle wounds to show for it. My wonderful husband hugged me and then went to get me waterproof band-aids so I could take a shower and not die in agony.
So, in conclusion, I had a really bad run and I am really glad I don't have to run for another 2 days.
I need a nap.