Day 4,140—Falling on my Face

 

        I was listening to a book going slow when—wham! I fell on my face. I hit my left knee, my right cheek, my right arm, and my chin. Every spot that was scraped felt hot, like it was burning. I collected myself and kept running. I wanted to see the damage but realized it wouldn't do any good right now. When I got home, I looked in the mirror. My chin and cheek had cuts on them, and so did my left knee, but it could have been worse. As I thought about how I had fallen, this wasn’t the usual way I landed.

        I usually fall on my hands, but both my hands didn’t take much impact. Since I stopped running with my gloves all the time, maybe I need to go back to them. It is pretty annoying to have these cuts on my face, but they don’t look deep, and they remind me of my son, who falls all the time but keeps running full speed. Most of the time he doesn’t even say anything when he falls—he just jumps back to his feet and keeps going even when he’s hurt. Accidents happen, but I cannot say I am not mad at myself for being careless and not paying attention to the uneven sidewalk. Still, I got five miles in, and at least it is Wednesday—halfway through the week already, and I think I have helped some kids this week.