Ow, ow, ow...

So I was running this evening. (Side note: I just got approved for a new walking foot and they start work on it Tuesday. Yay! Funny how I can now run and ride bikes but not walk or stand for prolonged periods, eh?)

Anyway, I was into my fourth mile when I happened to see this woman with long read hair bending over to tend one of her yard plants. She was wearing a bikini top and a short, tight pair of black shorts. And she was in great shape. Did I mention that she was a red-head?

Thus distracted, I stepped off of the asphalt and put my foot into the gutter. My ankle flexed, my leg twisted, and I went down hard in the grass next to the road with numerous "pain" warning alarms going off in my head.

The Goddess I had been ogling admiring stopped what she was doing and came over to see if I was ok. And I think that she bought my claim of the setting sun being in my eyes as the cause of my mis-step. She thought that I should accept a ride back to my car instead of trying to run any more. I agreed, thinking that this could be the start of something nice.

But then she volunteered her husband to drive me back. And I'm not so sure that he bought the "sun in my eyes" excuse at all. Big sigh...