I went out for my 7 mile run this morning. About a mile and a half into it, I tripped and fell on the sidewalk of a pretty busy road. The sidewalk was uneven and my shoe caught and I just bit it. My left side of my body took the injuries...
4 skinned knuckles, bruised and swollen wrist, & a bruised and swollen cheekbone/black eye. The worst of it is my mouth/lips. My tooth tore a gash in the inside of my upper lip. My mouth is swollen and no longer symmetrical. It's pretty ugly when I look in the mirror.
What pisses me off is that 3 cars drove by and did not stop. I understand it's rush hour and you have to get to work, but please...you just saw a runner face plant the sidewalk. Have a heart, will you??
The fourth car stopped, she offered me a ride home or a cell phone. I said I was OK and started running again. Up ahead a few blocks, I stopped another runner and asked her how bad I looked. She said there was blood coming from my mouth and asked me to check to make sure I had all my teeth. She offered to get me home to her house to clean up. I thought I would be OK, so I continued my run and just cut off the last extension mile in my neighborhood to take the run down to 6 miles.
It hurts to smile. It crushes my ego to look in the mirror and see the nasty shiner under my eye.
I'm going to drown my sorrows in a bag of pretzel M&Ms. Have you tried them...they are quite good.
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Pure badass, sans the pretzels. You must be married to a former Marine!
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