Well, life interfered with Wednesday's IRS meeting. I had hopes of a repeat of the Triumverate run with a slide show of Unstrung's Grand Teton Adventure after. Well, both the Squirrel and Xar had stuff that kept them from coming. So, I put on my not-fully-recharged headlamp, my starting-to-break-through-to-the-soles, worn-outr oad shoes (all my Inov8s were outside in various states of drenchedness), and headed into the swampiness of the still-78-degrees-at-10 pm night air. I tried to say, "yay, I'm out here doing this", but I just found myself grumping about not charging my light.
Across the street, I marveled at how high the hay was on either side of the mowed path. Mindy could have hidden without ducking. Then I started feeling like things could be startled by me; we wouldn't see each other coming. I decided I should make noise. Yup, I started singing. Unfortunately, all I could come up with was, "Show Me the Way to Go Home" and "Henry the 8th". Finally, I opted for the National Anthem which morphed into the "Hair" version. Then, BAM! My feet went out from underneath me and I landed hard on my hip. My totally gripless shoes had slipped on the dew-slicked grass that covered the ruts that my pale light probably wouldn't have illuminated anyway. Ow. Ow. My hip is still sore. That was not my last fall either of my short 4.1 miles. I fell once more in much the same way and twisted my ankle pretty good once.
The next night, when thinking of heading back out into pretty much the same conditions (oh, I would have made the effort to fetch my Inov8s off the patio), I realized that I could just get up 15 minutes earlier (Rick's been on vacation this week, so Spot has been getting me up at 5am to feed her, the time she's accustomed to), I could run in the morning light. It was a great idea. I ran pretty much the same course as the ill-fated IRS run, but was able to tack on 1/2 mile more in the same time. I didn't fall. I didn't have a sense that I was going to run into a coyote or skunk. I saw the dove before it would fly up in front of me.
Weird how different the same run can be in dark and light. Glad the hip didn't suffer too bad a fall. Still doing a nighttime run at the end of the day after a long day of work and commute with no pals spells B-A-D-A-S-S.
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