I ran 20 miles yesterday and it went well aside from the stumble at mile 1. It was pretty well completely dark at 6:15 AM when my big toe found chuck of asphalt rising about an inch from the path. I managed to stay up right for about three seconds as I stumbled top heavy at a good pace. I remember thinking "I'm goin' down, I'm goin down... oh God, bones, watch the bones..." and then everything slowed down and I could see myself like those flip cards that show motion. My head and chest were about as far forward as possible when I managed to tuck in and roll shoulder first downhill on an asphalt trail. And roll I did, like a beach ball! I came to a stop about 20 feet from where it all began and lay there stunned. Cautiously I did the bone inventory -check- the muscle inventory -check- the cuts and bruises inventory -check. I survived unscathed, unbelievable. Actually I would have appreciated a little road rash to show the kids at school... bragging rights and all.
Interestingly, we were talking about running stumbles on Saturday over coffee.
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