Thursday, July 04, 2013
I went for a jog outside this morning. It was only in the low 80s and good jogging weather for Texas.
I was jogging along my usual 4 mile course feeling good about myself. Breathing not bad. No pain. Muscles feeling strong. I looked down at my Garmin to see my pace. I have been training at 12 minute miles. (Not bad for a 60 plus woman.) When I looked at my pace it was 10:42. 10 anything is great! I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked again and was smiling very smugly to myself when I looked from my watch to the sidewalk ahead of me, I realized I was coming up to the pile of broken cement. (They were fixing a drain in the street.) As I always do on this run, I jumped, jogged, over it.
I didn't make it over. Down I fell. Not a pretty sight. I jumped up quickly hoping no one witnessed my mishap and continued jogging. Thinking to myself, that pride! I was so full of myself and my time I tripped over my feet.
Then I noticed the blood on my shirt and pants. I didn't stop, I had to get back to the house. Once inside, after I cooled down, I stripped to jump into the shower.
that was when I saw the damage to my body, I had a scrapped knee and elbow. Bruises on the palm of one hand and the thumb of the other. A scrap/bruise on my shoulder and another bruise on my hip. A beginning of what could become a black eye.
But, I truly thank God. No broken bones. I always hear of 60 plus women falling and breaking a hip. God is good. He takes care of me even when I am being so prideful.