after a week of being down, my home pc is back up and running. but i did get a bit done while i was away. just kidding. i have a baby with a cold, thus most of my time was spent with him trying to either get him to sleep, or to not fall asleep. it's all very twisted.
and i got a couple of owies. if you don't like bloody pictures, turn away now, but if you are anxious and twisted and like to see what happens when an almost 30 year old woman takes a face plant on the sidewalk during an early morning run...read on...
wednesday morning, i was tired. really tired. my baby had been up for hours. but the only time i was going to get a run in was before big d went to work. so i went. i was tired, there were scary looking men at the end of the street where i usually go, so i went a different way. a major road. i have my dog. she is hyper and excited to be out running. she is not a big dog, but not really small. smallish, or medium size. but she is strong.
i was running in the road (against traffic) and there was a bunch of cars coming my way, so i jumped over to the sidewalk. unfortunatly, my tired shoe hit the lip of the sidewalk, and my dog pulled me the rest. my ipod earbuds pooped out as i hit the pavement. i think i said a few swear words and some pretend ones too. i know i said "frick" because i laughed at myself for saying "frick on a brick". i rolled over to see the damage. my hands were scraped and they burned. my knees were on fire and i could see blood starting to pool. and my chin. i know i hit my chin.
i rolled over and pulled out my phone and dialed big d's phone. 5 minutes into my run and i'm down the road. stupid. i put the phone away. i get up. "i'm a badass!" i say to myself, "keep on going". so i hobbled a bit and then started running again. my hands burned and swelled as i ran, but my bloody knees just went numb in the cool morning air.
i passed a few other runners. i'm sure i was quite the sight. i ronically, before i left for my run, big d had mentioned that he thought my legs were looking nice. as i finished my run (4 miles) i went inside and asked big d if he still thought i had nice legs. he was a bit surprised, especially when i told him it had happened 30 minutes earlier. harry was mortified, and chilly wouldn't let me walk him into preschool for fear of the other kids seeing my bloody wounds. my knees took the brunt, both pretty sore and bruised. my hands just have some minor scrapes. my left got a pretty deap on, but it on top of my hand and i have no idea how that happened. my chin didn't get anything, for which i am greatful!
they kill. i will forever feel badly for my kids when they skin their knees. i think i took a good layer off. i have a scrape on my hand that i think went down to the soft tissue. my knees are goopy and nasty and hot.
this is what i looked like when i got home:
and this is what i look like 2 days in
that is really gross.