Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Calling Lucy Van Pelt
On Monday, I made the mistake of going for an early morning run with my husband. Still half-asleep, freezing (it was in the 40's) and, okay, a little cranky at being up at an ungodly hour, we ran "the loop," a fairly pleasant run near our home, but pleasant mostly when the sun is up. What possessed me to go for a run in the dark? I have no idea. Cause. I. Fell.
Yep. I face-planted mere minutes from the end of our run, landing on my right side. Since I'm right-handed, this makes it even more aggravating. My entire right arm is en fuego. Am hoping that nothing's broken. Fortunately my fingers still work.
What possesses people to run? Stupid, stupid. I'm starting to wonder. I should have stayed in bed.