Before my run tonight, I had no scrapes, no falls, no bruises, nothing besides a lost argument with a street curb. So, up to this point, I really didn't feel as though I had any credibility out on the trails. I had no stories of my own to share when post-run conversations drifted to the topic of this, that, or the other fall from whichever race. I've been waiting to take a nasty tumble and just get it out of the way already; it's bound to happen one of these days. I didn't fall tonight, so I still have that to look forward to, but I did finish with at least a baby scrape. There's not much of a story behind it, though. I have no idea when it happened. I looked down and noticed it at some point; it doesn't even hurt or need a band-aid. But hey, it's a start, right?
