Every runner falls. Uneven pavement, rock, tree root, minor distraction -- it happens. Last week, Jen took a nasty spill and gouged the fuck out of her knee. I remember thinking at the time, "I haven't fallen while running yet." Well, that is all over, my friends: In the first, oh, minute and a half of my run tonight, I bit it. Big time. Luckily, I wasn't on pavement, or I probably wouldn't be typing this right now, because, for some reason, my shoulder took the brunt of it. I don't know why or how, but apparently, I used my right shoulder to break my fall -- well, some of my elbow and a little of both hands. A tiny bit on my right knee, but nothing to write home about. It fucking sucks. And cleaning it out hurt like a bitch.
However, getting back up and continuing my run did make me feel tough.
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