It was a little icy out and about 31 degrees when I left the house around 8:30am. I thinking that I really should be extra careful on the ice. I was doing pretty well until mile 3. I don't even think that it was the ice that got me. I have been running on the sidewalks for the last couple of months. I am trying to stay in well populated areas of my town since I run alone most of the time. I think that I caught the tip of my sneaker on an uneven part of the sidewalk.
I had a very surreal moment as I was starting to go down. I am not graceful at all and I don't fall that way either. I am sure I had my arms flailing and a pained look on my face. I really thought for a moment when I was about half way down that I was going to recover and just look like a fool for stumbling. But then reality hit or maybe it was just the concrete. I landed first on my right knee then both hands and finally the right side of my bum. Thank god for the cold weather because I had a ton of layers on. I have a little road rash on the knee and a small bruise, my hands were only a little red because of the gloves and I have a baseball size bruise on my right bum cheek. Not too bad for a tumble. What I really hurt was my pride. I took a quick look around to see if I had any witnesses. I didn't see anyone. Great, no one to point and giggle. The rest of my run was much slower. I was a little more cautious now and my bum kinda hurt.
All in all I am no worse for wear. I am surprised I don't fall more often to tell you the truth. I really am not the best with balance. I had a good laugh over it with my husband when I got back to the house. Still it was nice to get outside and run. I am glad the New England weather has been so mild. It has made training much easier.