I was gonna post about my mom and the dogs this morning after my run and before work, but you know how it goes with plans...
There I was, minding my own business, not bothering anyone, and running along all nice and peaceful, in my groove and feeling fine. Get to a particular intersection and see a car stopped at the stop sign for cross traffic. I do not have a stop sign so I continue on. And just as I enter the intersection, the car's driver, not paying attention, hits the gas and proceeds forward. WHAM! Not a bad hit, but enough to send me sprawling onto the street.
Ten years ago, I'd have gotten up, shook it off, and finished my run. But I'm less indestructable these days, and since I'm running in accordance with my job's fitness plan and technically on the clock, I wait for the ambulance and head off to the hospital to get checked out.
And typical of New Orleans, before the ambulance gets there, a panhandler shows up to ask everyone for money--the witnesses, the at-fault driver, and even me.
But I'm all checked out and home. A few cuts and bruises but still operational. Heck, it was just a Nissan, and as many of us know, I've been hit harder by bigger, faster stuff.
And to make it worse, I got home to find out that the dogs ate all my hard candy from my office! It's almost like they had a premonition that I wasn't coming back or something...or maybe it's just because I was going to feed them after the run like normal and I didn't get back to do it. Still, it was my candy. Damned thieves.
But on the plus side, I got the day off from work, so there's that.
Hope you're all having a better day.