An Unexpected Trip

It had been several months and a few too many pounds since my last regular run so, this morning I decided to re-start the old morning jog tradition. I knew this was going to be a challenge with out my FW running crew waiting for me on the corner but I was determined. I got up at 6:30, fine 6:35 after one snooze session, got dressed and my feet were hitting the pavement in no time. I wasn’t exactly going for a record or a “long” run like back in the day but my mind was set on 2 miles. So there I was, music blaring, enjoying the East River, which can be very pleasant if you can ignore the traffic from the FDR and I WAS RUNNING. Shortly after the midway point I noticed a new running companion, a pretty blonde golden retrieve. He was running not far from his owner but at some points closer to me. No biggie, he was cute, seemed friendly and had a good pace going. This was all fine until he got spooked by a car and took a hard left directly into my legs. What happened after was probably the least graceful moment in my life. My body, completely void of control, sort of crash lands all while sliding and scraping to a halt in the middle the running path. Naturally the owner, a young mother, ran up to check on me but at this point the only thing more embarrassing would been if wet myself in the process. Thankfully that was not the case. When it was all said and done I managed to get back up and run home to a bottle of peroxide but not without disproving yet anther “wise” person in my life. Like my parent’s, my doctor is wrong. Healthy activity is Not good for you. I would have been much safer had I stayed in my cozy bed and skipped this little “trip".