This is one of my knees after my fall this morning. The other is very similar, except it has a little piece of gravel imbedded in it. My hands are also scraped up. I fell 1.03 miles into a 10 mile run. I was at a park with lots of other runners, so thankfully I had a little group of people who stopped to help me. Man, I really fell! I was seeing stars and everything. I did manage to get back up and run away, I thought I felt pretty decent until the last 2 miles when every step hurt.
By the time I got into my car to drive home, I was crying. I always find it very interesting who I call when I am feeling horrible. Today, the only person I wanted to talk to was my daughter - the drug addict. I called her. God bless her, she can be as crazy and strung out as a loon, but she is always sweet to me - she always has been. She offered to come over and help me, but all I wanted to do is take a bath and go to bed.
I have taken the bath, I am now eating a bowl of cereal, and I will go to bed.
Now I will ask if you are so inclined if you would say a prayer for me. I am really not feeling well at all. I think I fell WAY harder than I realized. I think it is physically effecting me, but also emotionally effecting me. It is terribly discouraging to think that I am so old that I am falling all the damn time. Thank you for your prayers. And for not criticizing me.