It probably shouldn't be a huge shock to anyone that I'm injured all the time. Other than running, I just kind of fall down a lot. This morning, for example, I fell down the (freshly-painted, yesterday) stairs carrying a glass of chocolate soy milk and a bowl of cereal. When I ride the recumbent bike at the gym, I regularly bang my knees into the handlebars. I've got about six bruises currently from this. A few weeks ago, I was cutting my toenails and cut part of my toe off, so it hurt too much to put shoes on for several days. As I was writing an email about my toenail stupidity to someone, I bit the inside of my cheek really hard and it started to bleed.
The first time I took my dog for a post-run walk, I decided to call a friend to chat. As I'm talking, the dog stops to do his business. I lean over to pick it up with the plastic bag, and the phone falls out of my pocket and smashes into a million pieces on the sidewalk. In lunging to try and catch it, I trip over something (what? nothing) and land facedown on the sidewalk....in the pile of poo.
And it's not just clumsiness. I'm the girl that's dropped the towel on the treadmill, managed to step on it with BOTH feet and go flying off the back. Who gets a bloody nose from a treadmill? The first time I got back in the pool, I got a charley horse in the middle of a lane so bad that a speedo-guy from the next lane over dragged me back to the side. It's probably a good thing I don't currently own a bike. I'd be roadkill.
I'm sure those who know me can chime in with other stories of how I'm a klutz. But it shouldn't surprise me so much when I get hurt running. Being alive seems to be pretty tough in itself.
Off to my 2-hour beating, and then to the gym for a possible run/walk.