Saturday, January 26, 2013
When was the last time you fell? Not metaphorically either. Literally when was the last time you fell?
For me it was just this morning. I was running on the trails, my foot caught a root and down I went. I twisted my body to take most of the impact with my elbow and my knee. The first instinct is to reach out with your hands to brace your fall in this situation but since I was carrying a handheld water bottle that wasn’t an option (On another fall long ago I did brace with my water bottles and was stunned by the force with which my Gatorade was squirted out of each bottle. Since then I have avoided the bottle brace). Landing with a thud I laid there for a moment, audiobook still going in my headphones but I wasn’t listening. As I laid there on the ground in a pile of myself I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to be able to fall down. I was out in the woods running by myself on a cold winter morning with nothing but some carefully chosen layers and the winter sun to help fight off the chill. Seemingly I could have laid there forever, but the miles left to go brought me back to reality and soon I was upright and moving again.
Running this morning was not easy, it was not fun, and I did not enjoy it. Even so I was glad to be out there and glad to once again have the opportunity to fall.