So, we dragged ourselves out of our comfy bed (mmm, flannel sheets!) at the unreasonable hour of 6 am today to go running. At this time of year, Seattle receives approximately 8 hours of sunlight per day (if we're lucky, and though sunlight is a relative term since the sun never seems to lift itself more than two or three feet up off the horizon). And, we assure you, 6 am is not amongst those sunnish hours. In other words, black, as in, pitch. So, we picked our way through the park our usual 4 laps - the paved parts of the path bathed in uneven light, unpaved stretches bounded by mud puddles of uncertain depth and tree roots jangling out at odd angles.
And, we made it. Four complete circuits round Volunteer park, past odd dog walkers and constructino dudes and the weird guys looking for "dates," and nothing untoward. And were almost back to Casa de Tikistitch - two blocks away in fact - running along a well-lit stretch of perfectly even suburban-style sidewalk, when, SPLAT! We found ourselves face down on said sidewalk, which had been conveniently placed to break our quite spectacular fall.
A contrite Mr. Tikistitch offered us kisses (very important in the healing process), and, after washing everything out in hot soapies (owie! owie! owie! owie!), we found, though we were out of the correct sized Sponge Bob Bandaids, we did have a sufficient supply of Marvel characters to bind our wounds. The Avengers are now assembled on our knuckles. We need new running tights however. And perhaps a new knee.
And, we made it. Four complete circuits round Volunteer park, past odd dog walkers and constructino dudes and the weird guys looking for "dates," and nothing untoward. And were almost back to Casa de Tikistitch - two blocks away in fact - running along a well-lit stretch of perfectly even suburban-style sidewalk, when, SPLAT! We found ourselves face down on said sidewalk, which had been conveniently placed to break our quite spectacular fall.
A contrite Mr. Tikistitch offered us kisses (very important in the healing process), and, after washing everything out in hot soapies (owie! owie! owie! owie!), we found, though we were out of the correct sized Sponge Bob Bandaids, we did have a sufficient supply of Marvel characters to bind our wounds. The Avengers are now assembled on our knuckles. We need new running tights however. And perhaps a new knee.
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Date: 2008-01-14 10:48 pm (UTC)But then that could be a GOOD THING!
If you fell down here, there would be no PAIN due to the numbness!! ^o^
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Date: 2008-01-15 03:13 am (UTC)-30. Good god.
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Date: 2008-01-15 03:01 am (UTC)REALLY helps matters that Mr. Tiki and I are "workout buddies." I doubt I'd continue for long if, like last week, I had to keep dragging my own butt out o' bed at the crack o' dawn. It's god's little joke on me that I have to run 30 miles a week to stay *chubby*, else I'd almost certainly spend a lot more quality time with my flannel sheets.
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Date: 2008-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)