What started out as a normal day did not end up as one. It was a library day for the kids and me. As we were walking towards the library from the parking lot we noticed a police SUV parked in front with it’s lights on and a line of kids waiting to sit inside for a quick tour. Naturally my kids rushed to get in line, the excitement was killing them. One of the police officers took out a speed gun from the back of the SUV and invited the kids to run and find out how fast they ran. A few kids lined up along with my kids. One after another they were amazed when the officer told them what their speed was. You know those momentary lapses of judgement. Well this was mine. For some reason I got all pumped up after seeing the kids run so I asked if I could run as well. I had recently purchased new shoes which crossed my mind but I squashed that thought immediately because I wanted to see how fast I could run. This was my chance after all. The officer agreed. I lined up, he said go. I took off.
Running is in my blood. I have run two marathons, about a dozen half-marathons and countless shorter distance races. In all my running years I have never fallen down or even tripped but today was the day that streak would sadly end.
The moment the officer said “Go!” I felt this surge of energy push me forward. As soon as I put my foot down to take my first step I tripped. My show caught the ground or the ground jumped up to catch my foot. All time stood still and I felt my body lift up in the air for a split second. Next thing I know I’m face down on the cement. I had fallen hard along with my pride. Talk about feeling embarrassed. I had tripped in front of my own family and a large gathering. I quickly jumped up as if nothing happened and played it off.
Luckily I sustained minor injuries. Really it was my pride that was injured the most. Tomorrow I will go running but this time I will be in my running shoes.
Lesson learned the hard way.