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September 12, 2006
Reason #262...
...for why I should not be allowed out in public:
It was a lovely afternoon for a trail run, sunny and not a cloud in the sky. Rather hot, but I didn't care, since it had snowed and sleeted on me three days ago and there are cold-weather predictions looming around tomorrow's corner. As such, I was appropriately dressed in as little clothes as possible to enjoy one of the last hot days of the year.
I was bounding along a trail, feeling strong and happy when I met up with a group of hikers. It was a small group of young men, all obviously younger than me, but nice eye candy in any case. As we passed, one guy said, "Nice abs!" and I was appropriately flattered. Perhaps then my general happiness to be out on a trail run combined with the effects of his compliment caused me to forget to mind my footing.
About 26.5 steps after I passed those guys, I noticed a rock in the middle of the trail. However, I noticed it too late and tripped right over it. Those this happened instantly, it seemed to proceed in slow motion. There was no doubt that I was going to fall, I hit that rock hard and was headed face first into the ground. I managed to lean left, so as to go down on my right side rather than going down head first. I hit first with my right shoulder, next with my right hip, and then I came sliding to a stop using the flesh of my butt. Luckily, I landed in dirt, rather than rocks, roots, or the various assortment of other trail surfaces that could have done permanent damage.
I was stunned, so I sat there on the trail assessing the damage. At the same time, the gaggle of young men who had previously dished a very nice compliment approached to see how I had fared my tumble. I was covered in dust, so it was hard to see what was going on. I had a lovely scrape on my shoulder, now skinless and shining bright red with blood, even through the dirt. My hip, covered by my running shorts, had lost no skin. My butt, though, let me tell you! Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you about the huge, nasty, blood and dirt-mixed rasberry that was my lower right butt cheek. It's possibly the most unattractive thing I've ever seen on my own body! I'm going to have bruises in these three places shortly, also.
All in all, I escaped relatively unscathed with only lots of dirt, some lost skin, and a few bruises. All the boys were still standing around me as I gawked at my injuries, including my butt. By this point, I just wanted them to go away! They said a few very nice "buck-up"-type comments and then we parted ways. I was so embarassed.
This is why I shouldn't be allowed out in public.
Posted by Meghan at September 12, 2006 6:21 PM
Comments
well you know *I* feel for you! i've so been there :) ice your hurt body parts!! take care!
Posted by: Audrey at September 12, 2006 8:26 PM
been there, done that... 3km into a 32km race... it's lots of fun sitting on the side of the trail with other racers applauding your cartwheel!
Take care of the injuries... just think of them as temporary tatooes with a story!
Posted by: Blair at September 16, 2006 5:12 PM
You see this is the *very* reason I have a fear of running in front of a group of people (big or small)! Makes for a good story though doesn't it?! :) Hope you are healing up...
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