Of all the times I've gone running outside... in snow... in rain... on gravel, on sand... TODAY... one week before my race... today is the day I fall. I biffed it. Hard. At about mile five of my ten miler. And my first thought was "oh, not the hands, don't break your wrists." My second thought, when it was too late, was "oh (#%&! Not the FACE!" I clonked the ground with my head a bit too. Got right up, sat down in the grass to make sure I wasn't going to pass out. There was a guy walking across the street from me, he came over to make sure I was okay and a lady from the pizza place (I dunno how she saw me fall) came running out. I was really grateful that they stopped to make sure I was okay. My face wasn't bleeding but I felt like my lip was already fat. My knee was skinned up bad and my shoulder got skinned up. I'm not really sure if it's a mark of toughness or craziness that after I knew I wasn't going to pass out from hitting my head, I pretty much just kept going. The guy asked me if I needed him to call somebody to come get me... nope, I'm just gonna keep running... I went into the McDonald's next to the pizza place, washed the dirt off my face, made sure I didn't bust any teeth or anything, then went back outside and kept going. It wasn't really until I was almost done that my knee started hurting really bad. When I got home I realized my knee was not just scraped but swollen and bruised really bad too. Ow ow ow. =< So I iced it (and my shoulder) then sprayed it with some benzocaine. It still hurts really bad. Hopefully the swelling will go down quickly. I'm worried it's going to be hurt so bad I won't be able to run next week. X_X are you kidding me?? I've already decided I'm going to tell people, when they ask about my black eye, "Turns out, honey badger DOES give a (%@(."