Almost 2 years of injury free running came to a slamming halt this morning as I headed out on a route I've run thousands, nay millions of times (OK quite a few).
A triffid root pushing up the tarmac under the path finally got me. I now know the true meaning of 'measured her full length on the floor', well actually I think I measured more than my full length as my hands were way out in front.
2 grazed and achey knees, 2 grazed palms, one grazed elbow, a scraped shoulder and a grazed set of knuckles (yep, how I managed to wreck both sides of my hand I don't know) did manage to complete the second half of the run but now they want to curl up in bed and recover. Chimney sweep is due soon though so that won't happen.
Well, happy running and be careful out there!
Normal service will hopefully resume tomorrow.....