Really. In capital letters! When only 100 feet from the end of a relatively benign trail, after not even 4 miles out, I trip on something (a leaf????) and do this:
Threw me for a few minutes...you know, the shock of "I'm ok, but that hurt like a SOB, geez I hope no one saw that, omg I'm an idiot, where's the car"....all in one long in-your-mind freaked out run-on sentence!
All is well now. Just a bruise remaining, but crap, I hate it when that happens!
And for those that are going to say that I shouldn't have been on the trail alone. I was and I wasn't. I went to a particular trail alone, but it is well populated and on a college campus. I even had to duck out of an engagement photo shoot! besides, I have fallen in the middle of the sidewalk too....in the middle of town. Yup. Spaz. Maybe I should wear a helmet?!? Lmao! Could you imagine?
All in all, still love the trail and can't wait to get back out there with my buddy in a more remote area.
Have you ever had a spaz moment while out running?