When You Fall Running, Get Up
I had run 4.64 miles when it happened.
There wasn’t a rock, pothole or good reason it happened. I was still trying to figure out what happened as my right, then left knee were torn open.
My palms instinctively tried to brace my body and were grated open on the bumpy asphalt. I immediately rolled to my backside and stood, on the side of the road.
My whole body …