So, I'm working my way back to HM distance and after longer runs the last two weekends, my plan was for a 10K today. π
Lovely sunny morning with a gentle breeze, which took the edge of the warmth (I much prefer my cooler runs!)
After a couple of k on the local pavements I headed off on to the downslink and the many meandering paths that lead off it. Lots of people out and about today, enjoying the lovely early autumn weather. Sunny farm roads and shady woodland made it easy to run relatively(!) comfortably and the kilometers steadily buzzed by on my Garmin. All was well in my world at about 9.4K, when I tripped on nothing more than a small stone or bump in the path! Several giant strides where I tried to regain my balance to no avail, before crash landing! Ouch! Wounded pride hurts!ππ
In true "runner in denial" mode, I got up, briefly assessed that I hadn't broken anything despite taking the skin off the heel of my hand (sorted that with a tissue from my pocket) and off I trotted! It was pure stubbornness that made me carry on despite feeling a bit battered - I was so close to 10k anyway!
Back home and a few more bruises and grazes revealed themselves but nothing serious (apart from a hole in my running tights!π±), so I was pretty lucky!
Think I may need a mantra to use in the last couple of k of a run, as this has happened before...maybe..."Nearly there - pick your feet up!" would work? π
Hope everyone else has had safer and more uneventful runs today! π