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:
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