Kiss My Knits!

I ran this morning. It was a great day for it, nice and cool, and I was able to hang around the house until almost 11am before going. I took my Nike+ iPod thingie and did week 2 along the Greenway. Unfortunately, apparently I didn’t press some critical button at the very end, because while I thought it had recorded my workout, it didn’t.

Now, I accomplished my goal. I ran what I wanted to run, I got exercise which is good for my body, but somehow I still feel cheated. I like seeing my little bar graph on Nike+, and I feel like I didn’t get credit for today! Obviously it’s not about credit, but still. I WANT CREDIT. I ran well today, maybe I could have gotten some celebrity congratulating me on a job well done. Hmph. Stupid Nike + iPod.

It wasn’t my best run ever, but it wasn’t my worst – and it could have been. There’s a house being built along my route, and the driveway is torn up, with mud and bits of concrete sticking out. Normally I go in the road and run around that bit, especially on weekdays when there are construction trucks parked out front. Today I didn’t, because this is Festival in the Park weekend, and there were quite a few people on the sidewalks, coming to the fest from the parking places they’d found miles away. I thought it was best not to weave in and out among the strollers.

However, when I hit the broken driveway, my toe caught a bit of concrete, and I went flying. I was in kind of a controlled crash, arms flailing, stumbling at a good clip up the sidewalk. I didn’t actually fall, fortunately. I looked kind of like Daffy Duck in Robin Hood Daffy when he’s singing his “to trip it up and down” song.” As I mentioned, the normally deserted streets were quite crowded, so fest goers got some added entertainment.

You know, perhaps it’s for the best I didn’t get a congratulations. I don’t want to hear, “This is Mary Decker. Congratulations on a really good tumble!”

Anywho, that’s today’s workout story. I worked out, but don’t have a technological record of it. At least it’s burned into the memory of a dozen strangers who witnessed my unintentional comedy routine. That’s something, I guess.


For those of you poor, deprived souls who don’t know Robin Hood Daffy, here it is. The bit I’m referring to is from about :40 to 1:20.

Yoiks! And away!