I went for a run this morning after my husband pissed me off. I decided that running off my anger was better than letting it loose on him. That is the LAST time I will ever be thoughtful of him when I am mad at him.
Five minutes into my run, I had to limp home thanks to the nastiest fall I have had to date. I’m running and starting to feel better when I go flying into the air, fall hard on my knee and proceed to skid my way down the sidewalk. I finally stopped skidding with my hands just an inch from scraping my cheek.
I lost a good amount of skin, but at least it was from my hands and knee and not my face.
PS: husband spent the entire day kissing my ass. Not worth the fall, I would have preferred a fight.