Yesterday morning I headed out for a short run. It was still dark out but I knew it would be light about mid-way into the run. I usually walk through my neighborhood to warm up and I have a spot where I stop, touch my toes and then begin my run. I walk on the street to my spot to avoid the dark sidewalks. Yesterday I was cold so I decided to jog to my spot, instead of walk, to warm up my body. I saw the recycling truck coming down the street so I moved to the sidewalk. I neared my “spot” and picked up the pace. And tripped.
I landed on my face. On my hand and arms. On my right thigh.
I’m fine.
My body is bruised but my ego is not.
I’m really, really happy I have long bangs.













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