I think it may be an unwritten rule that every runner, at some point, will experience the dreaded wipe-out. Unfortunately for me, today was my day. I was minding my own business, just running along, when suddenly a puddle of EVIL mud jumped into my path and took me down. At least my fall took place when I was in the 60th, or last, minute of my run, and therefore I was close to home. And thankfully, no broken bones! In fact, the only lasting memory of the fall is a huge, ugly scrape that has taken over my right leg. (I’ll refrain from posting pictures of said huge, ugly scrape.)
I wasn’t the only one to battle the mud today…
On my behalf, Miss Molly tried to fight that evil mud. But the poor girl lost and was thus subjected to the b-a-t-h. (We have to spell it out; otherwise Molly will run away and hide under the bed, coward that she is.)
Happy Sunday, everyone. Tomorrow I will take revenge on the mud!!!