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
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...