I set out early for a 10 mile run by myself since Bryan and I were heading to my in-laws later that morning to go skiing and enjoy the snow we got last week. Most of the road was plowed and I was feeling good after about 6 miles. I took it nice and easy over the non-shoveled sections and picked up the pace when the conditions were good. Well, I must have misjudged a small patch of ice because all of a sudden I lost my balance. Trying to catch myself, I tripped over a lip in the sidewalk which sent me falling forward.....face first :( As I skidded to a stop on my belly, 2 men stopped to make sure I was okay. We surveyed the damage.....a ripped glove, dirty running tights, and a bumped chin. I could feel that I hit my chin pretty hard, but not being able to see it, I couldn't really tell.
I picked myself up and continued on. Tears were filling my eyes....not because I was hurt, but my confidence was shaken. How was I supposed to make it up these hills after a fall like that? Then I realized that crying wasn't going to make it easier.....running up hill is hard enough on my lungs, but doing it while crying would be even harder. I sucked it up and finished the run strong.
I can only hope that this is the only injury I have during training.....for now there is nothing more to do except show off my battle scar!
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