Not the time of year, but what happened to me on my Wednesday evening run.
Just a few tenths of a mile into a three mile run I fell for the first time I can remember. My right knee and phone took the brunt of the impact, both with more scratches than I’d like to admit.
But I got up and finished, even if I didn’t finish nearly as quickly–or as painlessly–as I’d liked to.
More importantly, on Thursday I ran again, because the Ford Island Bridge Run 10K is coming up, and I finished that too–five miles.
I’ll see you all after the race Saturday.