I'm awesome

So there I am.

5 days before a half marathon.

I'm towards the beginning of a 4.5 mile run, feeling really good. I ran 10 miles on Sunday and it went really well. My shorter runs have felt pretty quick, and today was the same. I was running with my head held high, thinking that maybe I should pre-register for next years half marathon and thinking that maybe I'll actually stick with this whole running thing. And be a RUNNER! I'm ok at it!

The universe heard that and was all "LMAO! Bitch, sit down".

Without even a stumble, I was flat on my face before I even realized that I was falling. Literally.

I caught myself with the heels of palms and my kneecaps, and I hit the bill of my hat so hard that it knocked it off my head. It happened so fast that it took me a second to figure out if the sound was my hat or my forehead. Thank GOD it was my hat. My nose was thisclose to the ground.

Did I mention that I was running on the sidewalk of the busiest street around in the middle of rush hour? Yeah.

So I popped up, shoved my hat back on my head, concluded that nothing was broken or ripped or exploded and ran 3 more miles.

Nothing with ruin your pace and mental well being like the adrenalin rush and then crash of humiliating yourself in public and then running like a damn high stepping horse over every single dingle nook and cranny in the sidewalks.

Only me.

Kneecaps are overrated, right?

Can't wait for the bruises to really shine through.

Go me.