Early last Saturday morning, I woke up after a late night and decided that a run would boost my energy for the day. So, instead of heading back to bed, I headed out for a quick eight mile tempo, which is exactly what I needed. I felt great, maintaining a consistent 7-7:24 pace before heading toward home on the main roads.
About a mile out I ran past a construction site and suddenly found myself sliding on the ground, my chin bearing the brunt of a dramatic flying fall. Somehow, I’d managed to trip on a firehose that was almost invisible, the same color as the sidewalk. I got up and paused my GPS (obviously) and did a quick assessment. No bones sticking out, legs held my weight just fine, so I slowly jogged home, blood dripping from my chin, assuring the construction guys working outside my loft that it was “just a flesh wound.”
But, as it turned out, it was so much more; I got a concussion from running. Read more >>