I’ll make this brief. 7.4 miles. About half way, I stepped on a rock. Forefoot. It hurt. I said ouch. I kept going. It stopped hurting. I finished.
I take full responsibility for this unfortunate event. The rock was not at fault in any way. I was counting my cadence at the time (178) and didn’t see it. It wasn’t hiding, laying in wait. And it didn’t bite me.
(No rocks were injured in the making of this blog post)
Downtown Runner
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Rocks have no business just sitting there in the middle of a running path. Somebody surely is responsible. I am glad there were no permanent damages to your feet. Worse, can you imagine if you fell on your face?
I am impressed by your self control. If I were in your place, ‘ouch’ would not be the word I would use.
Thanks for making me smile today. I really needed that.
I have to admit, pre-race I walk a bit up and down the path and kick rocks off into the bushes.