So today it was a TOTAL shock when I went on my first trail run ever and ended up FLYING when my left toe caught the tip of a very large, very obvious rock. I was just about to say to my friends "Wow, this view is gorgeous but I'm afraid if I don't look right in front of me I'll biff it." Well, before those words could come out of my mouth, I flew through the air in such a way that would make Superman jealous.
The double tragedy? I ripped my very nice, pricey compression tights. However, I am thinking the long sleeved and capri pants saved me from major skin damage.
Tonight I'm nursing my tender knee and tender ego.
3 comments:
I thought I was clumsy! You take the cake. Too bad about the tights.
It's a bit of weird picture - a quick glance and it could be a terrorist. How's it looking now?
Ha. It's healing. Although the scabs are in that itchy/hot stage. I'll have some more war wounds to show you come July. Ah my scarred up body.
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