I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?
The good news? Of course. Let’s start on a high note.
Another bit of good news: I bounced out of bed this morning and into my workout clothes so I could hit the pavement for a walk/run. And I found out, much to my relief, the Sparkly Soul headband still works with my shorter hair.
The workout wasn’t all sweetness and light, though. I walked for the first five minutes, then started to jog. Four and a half minutes into the “run,” I tripped — over a crack in the sidewalk or my own two feet, I’m not sure which — and fell … hard.
Have I ever mentioned I’m a complete klutz? Obviously. Who else but a clumsy girl would fall over her own feet?
Bad news, indeed. I skinned my elbow and hit my head. You should have seen my not-so-graceful diagonal fall into someone’s yard. Elbow first, and somehow I twisted and smacked the back of my head on the ground. I still have a knot to show for it.
To add insult to injury, I fell onto rocks. Why, oh why, can’t people in Arizona have nice, soft grass in their yards, instead of crappy, craggy rocks?
Anyway, I sat there for a moment, stunned. Then I took a couple of swigs of water and scoped out the damage.
I could have cut the workout short. I’d have been completely justified to do it — but this was only my second workout of the week, and I didn’t want to. Instead, I got back up and started moving again. I guess that qualifies as more good news … maybe even better than this week’s loss.
Granted, when I started moving again, I did it at a much slower pace. I didn’t break into a run again for a good 10 minutes.
Not too shabby, considering my rocky start. (Pun intended. Insert chuckle here.)