I didn't go to my track workout tonight. I was lazy, and just wanted to do an easy 5-miler with E. and our spoiled dog, Nelson. But I should have.
Because apparently, I can't talk and run at the same time. At Mile 3, I was so engrossed in conversation that I didn't notice how the sidewalk rose up into a hillock, the result of a nearby tree's burgeoning roots. And I tripped.
And fell, cutting my right knee a bit (EXACTLY where I gashed my knee a year and a half ago in the National Marathon), badly sprained my index and third fingers on my right hand trying to break my fall, and scraped up my right shoulder. Sheesh.
I lay there for a few minutes, my right cheek resting on the cool pavement as my heart hammered in my chest. I listened to the evening traffic whoosh by us, and saw E. hovering above me anxiously. He was very sweet, wanting to walk me home after we figured out I didn't break anything.
But damn it, I had already wimped out on the track workout. So I got up ... and we finished the run. Now everything hurts.
RBF Meet-up!: But in more important matters, Anne and I met up for lunch yesterday in her 'hood. She works within spitting distance of Torrey Pines State Reserve and Beach, truly one of the most jaw-dropping gorgeous places on this green earth.
I was down in San Diego for the San Diego Asian Film Festival, and I thought it would be great to meet in person. And Anne is such an engaging, thoughtful and nice person, that we talked easily and our hour-long lunch flew by.
I love the Internet. Think of all the cool runners and other people you wouldn't know otherwise! It makes me a tiny bit more patient when dealing with the SPAM flooding my email in-box telling me how to enlarge my penis or why I should invest in African real estate.