Early this week, just down the block from home, at the very start of my run, I stepped on a pine cone. Normally, my ankle would have turned, it would have hurt just a bit, and that would have been the end of it. For some unknown reason, on this particular day and pine cone, I tripped and went flying. I scrapped and banged my right knee (which is still a bit sore), drawing some blood, scuffed up both palms, and scarred my GPS wristwatch for life (but it seems to be working okay).
I got up, dusted myself off, and continued the run. But I felt pretty stupid. I expect a full recovery over the coming days, and am hopeful that it had no impact on my training. Today will be the first time I'll know for sure. I'll be running a half-mile on the track for time in a little while. I hope I can ignore the discomfort and easily get under 3:00.
Doggone it.
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Doggone it, Eric! It's amazing how infrequently we actually fall, considering all the years of running we have done.........I can't remember the last time I actually fell while running......anyway, I hope you are recovered!!!
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