One of the bloggers at Runners World has a recurring joke about joggers. See, every time a runner gets hurt s/he is referred to by the media as a "jogger". The take away, clearly, is to never call yourself a jogger--if you do, you are just asking to be run over by a car or suffer some other horrific fate.
Because I really don't like getting hurt, I try to always consider myself a runner. (Well that, and I have dreams of someday magically changing my DNA so that I become Kenyan. Not very likely to happen.) So last Friday, I went for my first outside run since early May. Despite calling this adventure a run, pulling up my running skirt and lacing my running shoes, fate misheard me and thought I was on a jog.
Dear reader, you can guess where this is going. Slightly over a mile in to my run (er, jog), I tripped on a very slightly uneven sidewalk. I did a full face plant and have road rash on my chin to prove it. Lovely. Plus, remember those posts about blood thinners? Um, yeah, let's just say I was a beautiful sight, with blood streaming down my chin and covering my arms.
Luckily, flesh wounds heal--just ask the Black Knight if you don't believe me--and I'm pretty much back to normal. But really, Running Gods--I am not a jogger. Please make note of this very important fact for future reference.
2 comments:
You are definitely NOT a jogger. Joggers would have taken up water aerobics at the YMCA two blood clots ago. I hope your runs become less eventful soon. :)
I concur with Nickey. and please be careful:)
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