The 15th Floor Overlooking Fenway

I wish I was kidding.

Today started out very rainy -- windshield whippers on continuous "very rainy". Fortunately I went shopping & to get a pedicure this morning. The rain stopped and the sun tried to come out. It was also a lovely 55. It all spelled running outside. I set out to do 5+ miles. I was dressed fairly appropriately, but realized I could use a wind vest. I've done alot of treadmill running since I last seriously ran outside. I noticed a difference. With help of Nike+ I was able to pace myself which I often have a difficult time doing outside. I end up running faster than I can sustain. I had a nice little run. My apartment to the esplanade to the "end of the esplanade" and back. I ran most of the 5 miles, and it was getting a bit chilly on the way back, but I decided to keep running since I didn't know how the rest of the week would turn out. I made sure to stay out of the mud.

Mile 5.83. I had just checked my distance and time and decided I could push out the past part of mile 6. Then I tripped. I was running hard at that point. I tried to catch myself, but I went down. Hard. Onto both knees, then my palms. I yelled, and swore very loudly. It echoed. Why wasn't it atleast cold enough to be wearing gloves? My palms were quite scrapped. People from the park looked; I tried to make some motion that I was okay. I couldn't figure out how to get up without using my hands or knees and both hurt like hell. Fortunately I was less than 1/2 mile from home. I wanted to cry. I was pissed. Scraped palms are not conducive to operating.

The scrapped and stingy feeling doesn't photograph, but look, there's blood:

I was slightly pissed about the hole in my pants, but figured I could fix that without much issue.

Then I took off my pants.
I couldn't capture the large hematoma underlying the large scrape.

After a painful shower I discovered that my right shoulder and elbow are all scrapped. I guess I must have rolled.

At least my pedicure wasn't harmed.
(That one's kind of for Amanda.)

I've forced myself to sit down, put my legs up and ice my knee. I took a nice loading dose of Advil. I'm going to hurt tomorrow.