Gravity is one of those concepts I don’t think much about, one way or the other. But earlier this week, the unfortunate combination of tall shoes and those lego-like bumps on sidewalks reminded me the hard way. I have always mistrusted those bumps when I’m running; now I put them in the same category as stepping on actual Legos in the middle of the night, or eating the wrong thing before a race. Dangerous.
The road rash on my palms faded pretty quickly, but I still have a bruise the size of the Ace of Clubs just below my right knee and a scrape along the top of my left foot.
Tuesday I ran the three-mile neighborhood loop, and I managed to stay upright for the duration. Thursday I came through core class largely unscathed, aside from the usual pain inflicted by Coach Robyn.
This morning I got up and ran five miles: 1.25 out to the middle school, ten laps around the track, and 1.25 miles back. I listened to a Stuff You Should Know podcast and tried not to lose count of the laps. It was overcast and humid–I think I sweat out every drop of water in my body. My ponytail is about a foot long, and by the time I got home, the whole thing was soaking wet. Yowza. It started to drizzle on me as I got to my driveway. Thank goodness I didn’t slip and fall–I don’t need any more bruises.