I’m sad to see the Thanksgiving weekend end. It was a lovely break and I did lots of fun things like seeing movies, eating out, and crashing my elbow into the hard concrete sidewalk.
Yep.
Yesterday I went for a long run. I’d planned everything, bought a Fuelbelt to carry water, gone to bed early Saturday night, gotten up at 7, eaten cereal, and given it time to digest. I’d even laid out my route — a 14.5 mile huge loop that ensured I didn’t have to repeat any scenery. At 8:00, I started out. At 8:30, I was in front of the main JSC gate when I noticed there was a sign that had fallen over the sidewalk. I didn’t want to run into the grass because it’s still all mushy and muddy, so I thought I’d just hop over the sign. So I hopped, right as a car was driving past, and the next thing I knew I was flying through the air, thinking “oh god oh god I hope I don’t seriously injure anything!!”
And the car didn’t even stop to see if I was ok! Hmph. I was fine overall, but I’d taken a few square inches of skin off my elbow and it was bleeding somewhat profusely. Lovely. It’s lucky I was wearing red shorts and could wipe my elbow on them occasionally and thus avoid looking blood-stained and psychotic. Since everything except my elbow appeared to be ok, I decided to continue with the run. Two and a half hours later I finally got home, where I was tut-tutted by the apartment complex maintenance man, who drove up behind me on his golf cart to ask what happened to my arm and then told me to “be careful, miss!”
I always hear about clumsy runners falling down, but never expected it to happen to me. So today my elbow is all bandaged and oozing, and the whole thing is actually sort of funny when you think about it. In trying to avoid muddy shoes, I ended up with a bloody elbow.
With my elbow all taken care of, I went ahead with the rest of my Sunday plans — seeing Finding Neverland followed by dinner at Mely’s. The movie was excellent, I really liked it.
