Day 2,698 —Bleeding— with my PICTURE of TRAIN TRACKS

I was near the end of my run turning the corner, and I was frustrated because the seemingly sudden noise of cars was drowning out the book I was listening to. I looked up and was distracted by bright lights on me straight ahead, and I tripped on the uneven sidewalk and instinctively caught myself with both hands. Now both my hands are bleeding on the palm. In the same area that I injured on my 54-mile run last year. The guy in the truck rolled down the window and asked me if I was okay. 

“Yeah, I am okay,” I told him.