That would be me.
Starting out in fine fashion, on the first run of the first day of the new year, I tanked in a measly 5K road race called the Resolution Run. So my resolution was to finish the rest of them in 08.
Last weekend, on a beautiful Saturday morning, I managed to complete a spectacular swan dive .
Concrete. Breakfast of Champions!
Of course, when you complete a spectacular trip-and-fall stunt in public, the first thing you do after you check to make sure you are not dead or paralyzed, is look around to see if anybody saw you.
In my case one person did. A tall, perfectly chiseled greek-running-godlike creature, who swooped down, and, I would like to say, carried me off to nurse me back to health and live happily ever after.
But noooo….I guess all the blood turned him off.
Oh yeah…there was blood. Lots of it.
I thought my nose was broken. And half of my face was scraped off.
My would-be rescuer examined the damage and declared my injuries “not too bad,” neither life-threatening nor permanent, with only temporary disfigurement. “You’re a warrior,” he declared.
I was still six miles from where my car was parked, so having no choice, bleeding and bruised, I ran along, as a strong warrior would. It took some doing, but I finished the run, therefore keeping my New Year’s Resolution at least into February.
I suppose I could blame it on the bad sidewalk. Nah…it was smooth. I could blame it on my shoes. Nah…they were practically new and perfectly broken in.
I could say I got hit by a car, but that might be bad luck and a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I am a warrior. You oughta see the other guy….yeah. that’s the ticket!