On Saturday, I took a tumble on some loose gravel. I tend to roll a lot when I fall, to avoid any broken bones or extra pains. So I was covered in dust. The pickup I was trying to avoid in the back of the Western parking lot stopped and watched me as I got up, dusted off, prayed I wasn't bleeding and kept on running. It was another 2 miles home and I was just hoping I wasn't bleeding all over the inside of my running clothes.
It's hard to see the bruises in that picture. The ones on my thigh are a little darker but I didn't think they were appropriate to take pictures of ;).
But it's okay because I didn't get seriously injured. Bruises heal, cuts go away, sore muscles stop hurting. And I got to come home to this...
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