This is getting ridiculous. Four tumbles in two weeks? Really? I seem to keep finding myself right in the middle of amateur hour on the trails, crashing to the ground, skidding on my side, stomach, or back across the rocks, and finally come to a stop as my newest scrape starts to swell and bleed. Tonight I came home with this gem of a raspberry, which has since swollen to the size of a hockey puck. I could blame it on the heavy lunch and my mistake of eating falafel right before the run, yet again. I could also blame it on the oppressively still humidity and heat this evening, which had my head reeling in delirium regardless of how much I hydrated. Or I could blame it on not picking up my feet or paying any sort of attention to where I was running, which is the more likely story. Hopefully this tumble will teach me some sort of lesson so I don't find myself perpetually covered in scars and bruises.
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