Another gruesome tale

Last night I went running all the way to the Provo Temple. Which, by the way, they are replacing the carpet so the grounds aren't open that long during the night. This little man on a scooter came around and yelled that the grounds were closing and honked his little horn.

Anyway.. I ran all the way home from the Temple-- it was great. I didn't ever get stopped by a street light so I had a straight shot all the way home, never stopping for a break. UNTIL- I tripped on the sidewalk. A part of it was raised up higher than the other blocks and my muscles were already in motion from running and it was a pretty nice jog pace, and I fell. I tried to catch myself and I almost did but my knees just wanted to keep running so I let them run, to the ground. It took me a few seconds to get up off the ground because the sudden fall was a shock. No one stopped on the street to see if I was suffering from a heart attack or anything. Of course if I had stayed there I'm sure some car would have stopped. Nevertheless, I got up and started running again all the way back home. With a nasty scrape on my leg. I only had those dumb band aids and they kept falling off during the night.. That was painful. But I have a nice large band aid today.

My grandma was more concerned about me running at dusk than the fact I could have done something to my meniscus again. If that had happened, because I did land on my bad knee, I wouldn't have been able to move at all.