I went for a run this morning after the better half got on my nerves. Let’s face it, it happens.
I decided that running off my anger was better than letting it loose on him. I know, I should be sainted for this.
That is the LAST time I will ever be so thoughtful.
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 up. Not worth the fall, I would have preferred an argument, but still a nice consolation.