In the short time I've had this blog I don't think I've ever talked about my passion for running.
I'm not a fast runner and I don't run to beat any records. I run for my health and fitness but most of all, I run for me. It's my time. I look forward to it all day. I put on comfy clothes, put on my head phones and I'm out the door. I get to choose where I go and when l be back. It's a great time to clear my head.
Well tonight it was a bit rainy but, I still wanted to run and I really wanted to run 5 miles. I usually try to go 3 miles.
I was feeling great and was almost home and was at 4.6 miles. The run thus far had been one of my best in a long time. Then it happened. A van parked blocking the side walk so I had to go on the grass to go around. Just as a did I fell. Sliding across the cement sidewalk on my hands and knees. Immediately I felt like I couldn't get up. So I called my husband. I was just 2 blocks from home. He of course yells at me telling me I should run in the rain then he goes the wrong way taking him even longer to get to me. By that time I dragged myself up and started to limp towards home. He met me at the corner and drive me the one block home.
Ugh. I am so mad. Now my knee is swollen and all scraped up. Worst of all I'm pretty sure my husbands going to give me a hard time whenever I want to run when it's sprinkling.