Wednesday morning I decided to break up the monotony of my sunrise run by faceplanting on the pavement while on my homeward leg slightly more than a half-mile from home. Statistically speaking I do not often fall when I run. Off the top of my jumbo-sized head (which somehow managed to avoid making contact with the pavement!), I can think of three other occasions during the past dozen years when I have fallen - and one of those happened because Sam I am broke right instead of left and inadvertently knocked me "ass over tea kettle" as the late, great Joanie K. loved to say.
This latest tumble? Solely my fault.
A day that began with blood on my hands, literally and figuratively, ended with a smile on my face. Margaret shared with me that Maggie had brought with her to school that day for "Show-and-Tell" two short stories I wrote for her and Cal in which they are the stars. As I understand it, when she shared them with the class she told them, "My Pop Pop wrote these for my brother and me." I smiled when Margaret told me.
Full disclosure, I still am.
Further proof of the wisdom of Vince Lombardi...
...which, on Wednesday morning, I followed.
Hell, I had to get up. I was lying in the road after all.
-AK
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