The Workout that Wasn't

I've been told I'm a graceful runner.  That I make it look easy.  That I have a smooth stride.

This morning, not so much.

In fact, I probably looked more like this:

Than this:

Yup, after nearly 5 months of running with my mutt, he finally managed to trip me.  I looked so graceful laying on the ground wondering if I had broken anything...

I hobbled back home and took stock of my injuries.

Banged up knee: check

Swollen hand from hitting ground: check

Throbbing big toe: check

Sigh...