Yikes.
Those were my words when I ran my 6 mile run this morning. I was more than half way done when I tripped on garbage and landed chin first into the pavement and busted my knee! A guy and a lady came to my rescue and asked if I was okay-- sweet people:) After thanking them all I could say was what's the time? I was clocking myself.. With a bloody knee and all I continued on my run? I am gutsy eh?
I got up from the floor, it felt like a minute went by, and ran it off-- My knee was oozing with well, blood.
