Every morning I get up at five to run. I love the feel of the cool air. I love the quiet of the darkness. I love running to my music. I love that I am the only one out there. I especially love that I am the only one out there. Especially on days like today….
I was nearly halfway through my run, enjoying the pace, singing to my music. Ahead was a a thing ( i don’t know what it’s called) across the sidewalk, left there because of all the construction going on in the neighborhood. I easily clear this every day, pretending I am a hurdler. (This makes me feel better after my humiliating experience in track in sixth grade!)
So I saw it coming. No problem. No problem, that is, until I caught the hurdle with my foot and went flying to the ground. Nice, hard, concrete. I had my headphones on, so I know that on my way down, I said, too loudly, “Oh, crap!” Can I just say, concrete still hurts just as much as an adult as it did when I was five. Bloody knees, hands, elbows. Thankful for reflexes and the quick work of my poor hands to keep my face from getting a really hard core exfoliating treatment.
There are a million analogies here about falling. So obvious. But I am bleeding all over the computer and my wounds are throbbing, so I think I’m gonna go and find the box of bandaids. Every other time I wish you were here to experience life with me. This time, I think it’s better that you weren’t 🙂
Hugs!!!!
