In my five years of running, I have never fallen during a run. Until this week. On Monday night I was out for a short run with a couple of swim friends before hitting the pool and I totally went down. I can’t even blame the ice because the road was clear! My foot hit a manhole cover or something and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I managed to maneuver into a roll on my side so damage was minimal – just a bruise on my hip
and ego. The girls gave me a 10/10 for my fall technique. 🙂
Then yesterday I was out for a rainy evening run with the hubs and less than 1K into the run,
the sidewalk jumped up at me I tripped on a rise in the sidewalk. Down I went again, landing on my side and then rolling onto my back. This time I just laid there – in a puddle – cursing and baffled, until hubs dragged me up. Two falls in three days? What has gotten in to me!
Hopefully third time will not be the charm.
Heading to the pool on a cold, dark, damp evening after already letting myself get cozy on the couch after work is not always the easiest thing to do. I generally bundle up in a random assortment of warm clothes, and come home looking somewhat ridiculous:
This weekend is the last one before Christmas! Aside from finishing off the shopping (just a few more gifts to buy!), we have our first (of three) turkey dinners planned with my father-in-law and the gang for Saturday. Then Sunday is our annual Christmas “Runch” with the running group where we get all decked out in festive costumes for a long run, followed by a scrumptious potluck brunch and Secret Santa gift exchange. It’s pretty much the best thing ever – especially all the waves and honks we get from traffic as we parade through town.
Happy Thursday (almost Friday)!
10 sleeps til Christmas!