It was a gorgeous day out, coming off a cold and snowy two day stint we managed to climb back in to the 50's with sunny skies. I thought I'd bring Boomer since it was good running weather. The 2-3 miles were a bit of a struggle, adjusting to warmer weather and being pulled around by my overjoyed pup was wearing me out. In the last 200 yards or so I felt rough but just wanted to finish so I kept going. Boomer was just ahead no longer pulling, just panting and looking forward to being done as well. Out of nowhere the toe of my sneaker decided to pin itself to the concrete and it was as if the necessary message from my brain to my foot got intercepted and I tripped, turned over my stubbornly non responsive ankle, hyper extending it, swore and essentially slid through the gravel like I was stealing home. Good old Boomer just stopped and looked back with an expression like, are you kidding me right now? I gimped back to the car with Angela and tried not to think about how much it was going to suck trying to clean out the dirt and gravel. To top it all off I ripped my favorite running tights and my knees were cut up underneath. So all-in-all not a great run, possibly one day I will acquire the dexterity required to move and breathe at the same time :)
I'm just hoping my hands don't get infected, I couldn't clean the cuts any better than I did but they don't look so hot at the moment... it would also be nice to avoid any lasting damage to my ankle, fingers crossed.
Ouch : (
Listening to: Some Nights/ Fun.
