As soon as I saw StupidTom’s latest title, Road Tripped, I wondered if he’d experienced the same thing I did. After reading through his story, I realized that although his road trip experience was certainly quite painful, it stung in a completely different way than mine.
I debated if I should post a pic… but only for a second. This is too good NOT to show.
But be warned.
Ew… it makes ME sick to look at it.
But this is what happens when you run too close to the edge of the sidewalk, and your foot slips off just a little bit, and it causes you to lose your footing, and you stumble for what seems like hours before crashing to the ground.
This is the result of MY road trip.
Funny thing is, I don’t remember landing on my shoulder. I remember hitting my palms, and my knee, and my face – all with their own little scrapes and bruises, – but I don’t remember hitting my shoulder.
But I musta. Pictures don’t lie.
I picked myself up immediately and continued to run before assessing the damage. I managed three more miles before I was ready to give in to the sore shoulder that was now hurting inside and out.
It’s been a few days now, and I have a little more mobility. Quite a relief since I first thought I may have seriously injured it. In the hours after the fall, I couldn’t move my arm at all.
As he was bandaging me up, Hubby mentioned what it must be like to fall off while riding a bike, or worse yet, a motorcycle. I agreed and said “I know I’m fast and all….”
“Not fast enough to catch yourself!” he reminded me.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Fat lip and all. Yeah – I couldn’t quite catch myself this time. But now that I’ve been challenged, I’ll be working on my speed. ‘Cause next time, I WILL be fast enough!