"Coach Cynthia" had just said to him, "you don't have to pick your feet up that high...it wastes energy", when...well, let's just say I should have picked MY feet up a little higher. I caught my toe on the pavement [sidewalk] and splatted big style. Sunglasses and water bottle went flying, palms down and then suddenly (actually, it was very slo-mo), I was head first into the concrete.
A concerned neighbour even stopped his car when seeing me face-planted into the pavement to make sure I was OK. This is by far the most interested in my welfare that any other human in the UK has been in my 4 and a half years here. How kind. After assuring him I was OK, I attempted to assess my injuries and Paulster tried to keep himself from laughing, I got up and dabbed away a smidge of blood and carried on with our little training run.
Here's what I look like a week later.
With my eyes open, it really just looks like a bad makeup job--too much purple eyeshadow. That is, until you notice the protruding eyebrow bone and green-ish bruise spreading up from my eye. Like Lucy Ricardo, I've has a little 'splaining to do this week as I've met with clients and colleagues and even the dentist.
Touch [knock on] wood that I'll manage to stay on my feet in the future.
1 comment:
I did not realize you had a mug shot of it...and that you posted it to the blog...I am so in awe!
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