Having Fun While Falling

They say you have to fall off of a horse at least once to be considered a true rider. I’ve never heard any expressions similar to that for running, but after my recent experience this past weekend, I now feel like a true runner. 

My husband and I decided to take a quick jaunt through the woods on Saturday morning to go for a 3-5 mile trail runWhile out on ouadventure, Icouldn’t help but think about how nice it was to be out in the forest, enjoying nature, and I started to think about how similar trail running was to trail riding. Ironically enoughI hadtentatively planned to go trail riding with my mother-in-law the very next day.


Unfortunately, being the klutz that I am, my ankle gave in on a rock less than a mile out on the trail and Itripped and fell on a fairly steep hill. I knew I had scraped my knee, but decided to “get back on the horse”, and continued to run again, not even looking at the damage that I had done.


You would assume that the story ends here – with me finishing my run and feeling that “runner’s high” that comes after a work-out with a mix of endorphins and a great sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately, I tripped over a tree root another mile in and fell again. My husband woullater on tell friends and family members that I pounded the ground with my fists and yelled out a few choice words that I won’t repeat here, but all I truly recall from having that second spill wahow bruised my ego was.


It wasn’t until I returned home (we decided to call it quits shortly after, JP taking the lead and running home and me run/walking back to the house behind him) that I really saw the damage that had been done. Luckily, I didn’t need stitches, although there was a lot of blood and bruising involved. 


So there you have it. Apparently, in some ways, running can be as dangerous a sport as horseback riding. What was supposed to be a cool and pleasant jaunt in the woods to help us avoid the 90-degree heat turned into a less than enjoyable event to be remembered by all for years to come. 


And just like in horseback riding, even though I didn’t hurt myself too badly during this fall, my ego was definitely bruised pretty badly. Oh yeah. AnI had to cancel my trail ride I had been looking forward to for the following day because I could barely walk, let alone get on a horse.

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