I get knocked down, but I get up again... dun dun dun dun dun dun.
Last week I decided to talk a jog around town. You know, get back into the habit. Crossing fingers. Anyway, part way in to my run I was feeling great, until I felt not so great. I looked down to change a song on my phone and before I knew it, I was laying on the concrete.
It was one of those uneven sidewalks and I knew I had no chance of saving myself before I went splat. I had a temporary spat with gravity, and gravity won. I knew it was bad when I didn't even care about my phone falling onto the ground. I did the whole, jump up, look around to make sure no one saw me and start running again. Only, I took one step and was like, nope, not happening.
A week later, I am proud to say it hasn't hindered my running schedule. I have a nasty bruise and some scratches and scabs on my left knee, but for the most part I am good. What got me really thinking about this, is the fact that I have a huge scab. I feel like I haven't had one for years. Which can mean a couple of things, mainly I am either not active enough, or I am extremely graceful and not clumsy.
Haha I am going to go with the first. I want to be healthy, I want to make good, life long habits. Maybe get a few more scratches and bruises before, old age and adult body catch up with me.
