Now, THAT was a little scary. Yesterday, about 5 miles into my run, as I was cutting across the grass island between the sidewalk and the street, I tripped on a rock or something sticking out of the ground and went sprawling face-first across the ground. As I saw the ground getting closer to my face I instantly decided it would be better to land on my shoulder and hip so I rotated to my side and crashed. The momentum let me do a somersault/flip type of move that actually was pretty sweet. Sort of a “stop, drop, and roll” maneuver. Of course, the first thing I did was look around to see if anyone was watching. Not seeing anyone, I got up, brushed myself off and kept running. Except after the second step I could tell something wasn’t quite right. So I turned around and headed back toward home thinking I’d have to cut the run short. But after another minute or so I was feeling back on track so I made up a new route and did the final mile I had planned on.
Today I was slightly sore but nothing major and no broken bones so I’m very thankful for that.
The moral of the story – watch your step!