This morning I said this:
Then Ingrid said this:
And then I said:
And then Ingrid said:
Sooo we ran outside. Because she totally told me we were.
It is COLD here. Cold cold.
And I was mad mad.
Thats my fierce face. And apparently my "go to" sweatshirt. I am constantly photographed in it.
If you're in the Midwest, you know what I'm talking about when I say we had some snow a few days ago. It so looks like this now in Indiana.
Well...maybe in some parts, but definitely not here. This looks more like what we ran in today.
When it snows, there is ice. Hand in hand. Thunder and lightning, snow and ice.
It has become apparent to me though, that I am in need of one of these. (Why is that falling person using jazz hands?)
We were wrapping up our run, and I began to look like a mixture of these photos.
But mostly, this was me.
Ingrid was kind enough to suggest a chalk outline.
Before I even knew what was happening, I was laying on my back, staring at the sky wondering how in the world I got there. It happened so fast. To Ingrid's credit, she didn't laugh nearly as much as I would have.
I don't know if you remember or not, but I got hurt one other time at the gym.
I was walking. I almost died. Exercise is soooo dangerous.
Anyway, somehow we still got 55 minutes worth of outdoor wogging (walking/jogging) done today. I didn't feel the greatest while we were going, but whatever. I think it was just one of those days.
Have you ever fallen while running? Or exercising of any kind? Tell me your funny stories.
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