January 7, 2012

So, I went out for a run with the intention of running 18 miles. I was a grand and glorious day, perfect for winter running...

And then I tripped, rolled my ankle, fell, tore my tights, destroyed my gloves and scraped the crap out of my knee.

Screw you, gravity.

There I was sprawled out on the path, bleeding and crying. A few kind souls stopped to check on me. I tried to run, but my ankle was telling me there's no way 18 miles is going to happen today. I just limped the, less than half mile, to my car. :(