I was at the end of a five mile run and feeling pretty good about the run and all I had to do was go up one last hill and I would be back at the car. I looked up at the hill, looked at a big black dog I was coming up on and then, splat! I fell onto my hands and knees. The person walking their dog close by seemed horrified. I didn't think it was any big deal. I got back up, sprinted up the hill and ran to the car.
My first thought was my pants. I was wearing my favorite yoga pants from Lulu...and they were ripped. Since they are tight and the rip was small, I didn't really see the cut. I got on the road and then felt a bit woozy. I called my hubby to let him know what was going on but soon decided to stop at Target to get something to drink. By the time I was at Target, there was a lot of blood and I got a lot of odd looks at the store. I bought some pretzels and some Gatorade and headed home.
When I got home I realized it all all much worst than I thought. My knee was black and blue and quite swollen. Overall, I'm well healed now and will probably have a cool scar on my knee. My pants are ruined for yoga forever and I had to take just under a week off from running. So over all, it wasn't as bad as it could have been and I've learned to NEVER take my eyes off the trail!
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