I fell in a manhole

Who does that? 

Disclaimer:  Whereas I don’t expect any one run, workout, race, meal, or yoga practice on any particular day to mean anything to you – unless it was a doozy – I couldn’t resist posting about my fall into a manhole yesterday morning.  Mostly it makes a great headline!

Here’s how it went down.  My sister and I decided to  meet at 6:15 yesterday morning in downtown Short Pump for a 5-mile quickie. 

At 5:15 before I left, my husband asked me is we had any reflective sh*t to wear.  I said no, Broad Street will be lit and there are side walks.  I’m really smart like that.  Not.

 

It was pitch black.

 

 

We started out right away feeling the runner’s bond: solving the world’s problems, laughing and pushing each other a little bit.  After about 1.5 miles, my sister asked if we could walk a bit so she could shed her sweatshirt.  Enter:  guardian angel.  We pulled back for a number of yards. 

I had no idea this, with the top all askew, was waiting to bite me:

 

And bite it, I did.  Suddenly the earth dropped out from under me and my left leg was being swallowed up to my quad by this:

 

That, my friends, is the inside of a manhole.  I see actual teeth.  You?  Here’s what that sonofabitch did to me:

My sister and I finished our 5 and headed for the refuge of Starbuck’s for a latte and some (nervous) laughter.

I am pretty sure this makes me a badass. 

I shudder to think what my tibia would’ve looked like had we actually been running when I fell into the manhole.  Thanks, again guardian angel.

If anything, it makes for a good story and an even better headline!

What did you do yesterday?

Next up:  Hero post, follow up to Stories of Complete Indulgence.