I almost didn’t post this but it was too humorous not to. Sean finally broke down and bought running shoes – thank god, because he now has no excuse not to run with me!
He wanted to break in his new shoes, so we went for a quick and dirty 3 mile trail run outside of Boulder, CO – on an offshoot of the Marshall Mesa web of trails. I love this run, because you can see the beautiful Boulder Flatirons on the back side. It’s also a pretty good beginner mountain bike ride if you are into that.
Not sure about you runners out there, but my mind wanders and I quickly get into a zone – seems to make the runs go by much quicker. The trail is pretty tame, except for one small, rocky hill.
About the time we summit-ed said hill, I was thinking about my long time blogging friend over at the Purple Pumpernickel! She recently posted something about baking bread – the recipe looked super simple so I was thinking about how and when I could actually give it a go.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, my big, left foot clipped a rock and I went flying into the air. Next thing I knew, I landed on my hip and forearm and slid at least 3 feet over a bunch of rocks and gravel – picture a 5’10” woman pushing 160 lbs (that does NOT equal petite) taking a digger (fall – not an Aussie soldier!). Like a middle aged woman sliding into home plate head first!! 😂😂😂
According to Sean it was in slow motion – I don’t know how he didn’t break down in giggles. Maybe he did, but he was polite enough not to do it in front of me! The sound that came from my mouth could never be re-created if I tried!
He grabbed my phone which also went flying, I refastened my watch, stood up and said, “Nothing to see here!” and we finished the last 2.5 miles of the run.
Good news is, nothing but my ego was broken and Sean’s shoes are ready for prime time!!
“There is no shame in falling down but there is pride in getting back up.”
…i choose this…