As I wrote about a month ago, I've started running. I had to give it up completely for a few weeks because I had some kind of crud -a cough, exhaustion, congestion, etc. - that hung on and hung on. I couldn't run because I could barely breathe and could barely get through the day. It was very frustrating because I'm used to having all the energy I need to do whatever I need to do.
A couple of days ago I finally ran again. I managed to run a full mile and a bit without stopping - the longest I've gone so far. I felt great about it! I went 2.3 miles that day altogether. I was feeling great.
Then yesterday I went to the park to walk with a friend. I didn't see her there so I decided I'd run a bit. I started to jog and was feeling good, actually enjoying it - a new thing- when, splat! - I tripped on a root and fell head long on the path. I lay there a moment gathering myself, then got on my hands and knees, then finally stood up and assessed the damage. I landed and skidded more on my left side. My elbow was grazed badly, and my left thigh was abraded somewhat and would bruise badly. I started walking and fortunately saw my friend ahead of me on the path. We walked for a while before I realized I was seeing more white than trees and that I needed to stop and let my blood begin to flow more regularly again. I was OK after that, though I still felt a tad bit shakey.
All day yesterday I was reminded of the fall because my elbow hurt a lot. This morning it still hurts. And the bruise is pretty impressive - about 6" x 4" and football-shaped.
My precious son is certainly getting amazing weight training for his life. I send him all my blessings.