13.2 miles on trails.  I am going to run out of ice packs soon because in addition to needing them for my knee and my leg, which are both killing me, I am icing my hand which is swelling up nicely after a spectacular faceplant.

 

And I do mean faceplant -- I should probably be icing my  nose too.

One of the main reason I avoid trails these days.  With an old man shuffle and a vertical lift of about 2mm it takes a lot of concentration to not fall on a trail run.

13.2 miles on trails.  I am going to run out of ice packs soon because in addition to needing them for my knee and my leg, which are both killing me, I am icing my hand which is swelling up nicely after a spectacular faceplant.

 

And I do mean faceplant -- I should probably be icing my  nose too.

Ouch.

 

One of the main reason I avoid trails these days.  With an old man shuffle and a vertical lift of about 2mm it takes a lot of concentration to not fall on a trail run.

I'm always super duper careful on trails (fragile bones, remember) -- but that didn't help me today because I apparently tripped over air.  Or my own feet.

You know how sometimes when you fall you can see it happening in slow motion, like I'm fa-a-a-a-alling, but you can't do anything about it?  Not the case here.  I was running merrily along and then suddenly I wasn't.  After I got up and made sure all my parts were working, I looked for the branch or rock or tree root that tripped me up.  There was nothing there.

You know how sometimes when you fall you can see it happening in slow motion, like I'm fa-a-a-a-alling, but you can't do anything about it?  Not the case here.  I was running merrily along and then suddenly I wasn't.

lol

Reminds of a time I fell while walking on ice. Man did that shit hurt and to this day I don't know what happened...other than I fell, fast and hard!

Ugh, bluerun

 

You know how sometimes when you fall you can see it happening in slow motion, like I'm fa-a-a-a-alling, but you can't do anything about it?  Not the case here.  I was running merrily along and then suddenly I wasn't.  After I got up and made sure all my parts were working, I looked for the branch or rock or tree root that tripped me up.  There was nothing there.

I've had both. One time when I was running on the sidewalk, I was actually able to contort my body in midair, to land on the grass rather than the pavement. I wish I could do that every time. More commonly (seems I have done it enough times to have a statistical distribution), I trip over nothing, then the next thing I know I am skidding cartoon-style on the pavement, leaving a few outer layers of skin behind.

 That's the problem right there.

True.

My pride hurt more than anything.

If it weren't for that these things would be easy...well, easier.