We all know that certain traits are genetic...I believe that clumsiness is the gift that both Jen and I received from our mother! Last week Jen set out to do an 18-miler and took a nasty fall at mile 9. This week apparently it was my turn. I went out for a lovely 8-mile run. I wasn't feeling great when I woke up, so I didn't hit the road until 0830. Luckily it was a gorgeous day out - perfect for a run down Pacific Coast Highway.
It was supposed to be an easy run, so I just set a nice pace and trotted off. On my way back, I had a brief (and painful) encounter with the sidewalk. I was nearing home and apparently not paying very close attention to my footing, when out of nowhere I smashed into the concrete! As it turns out, there was a bit of a lip on one of the sidewalk squares that I must have caught my toe on.
Luckily it was on a road with traffic and the first truck that came upon me pulled over and this very nice couple got out. Additionally, a man who was walking to the store heard me fall and rushed over to help. He helped stop the bleeding on my head and the other man got me some water while his wife called Sean. Then the gentlemen in the truck drove me the last half-mile home where we met Sean, who took me up to the Camp Pendleton hospital.
In addition to my face, which took the brunt of the fall, I also got a nice scrape on both my left knee and shoulder. Not sure what my hands were doing while I was falling, but they were definitely not there to catch me. There's hardly a mark on either one of them!
It was supposed to be an easy run, so I just set a nice pace and trotted off. On my way back, I had a brief (and painful) encounter with the sidewalk. I was nearing home and apparently not paying very close attention to my footing, when out of nowhere I smashed into the concrete! As it turns out, there was a bit of a lip on one of the sidewalk squares that I must have caught my toe on.
This is what I looked like post fall prior to getting cleaned up.
Luckily it was on a road with traffic and the first truck that came upon me pulled over and this very nice couple got out. Additionally, a man who was walking to the store heard me fall and rushed over to help. He helped stop the bleeding on my head and the other man got me some water while his wife called Sean. Then the gentlemen in the truck drove me the last half-mile home where we met Sean, who took me up to the Camp Pendleton hospital.
In addition to my face, which took the brunt of the fall, I also got a nice scrape on both my left knee and shoulder. Not sure what my hands were doing while I was falling, but they were definitely not there to catch me. There's hardly a mark on either one of them!
Once we got up to the hospital, it was a 2 hour wait and then we got to see the doctor. He said he could use glue to close the cut above my eye, which was much more preferable to me than stitches!
Much better post ER visit! You can barely even see the glue!
