Falling, Yes I Am Falling

I’ve just crushed my face, I can’t forget the time or place where we just met. It’s a real shiner and want all the world to see we’ve met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m’mmm-mmm.

Falling, yes i am falling, and the trail keeps calling me back again.
Oh, falling, yes i am falling, And the trail keeps calling me back again.

My apologies to the Beatles for butchering I’ve Just Seen A Face above but the lyrics, slightly adjusted, just seemed so fitting.  Today, on an otherwise lovely Sunday morning trail run in the Blue Hills with C1, C2 and newly minted Trail Animal Dan Beuadet (who said he was “just getting back into shape” but you could have fooled us :-), I took a header on the ice coming down the Blue Hill ski slope.  I was allowing gravity to throw me down a steep section when I came upon a big hunk of ice, and unable to stop my momentum I said to myself, “I’m fu&*$%#ed, and boom - I was on my side faster than you can say Jack Frost.   C2, running behind me held up a 9.5 out of 10 card for form and impact.  Luckily I avoided a concussion (I think - I really can’t remember ) and was able to get up and continue our run, admittedly more cautiously than before.

After 1 Round: Ice 1, Diesel 0

Based upon the after effects of the wounds, I apparently softened my blow on the ski slope by using my face.  Heck, I don’t need my face to run Western - saved my legs!!

I briefly rallied and then took a second and much less technically difficult trip and fall for which C1 and C2 found it difficult to score since it was just plain ugly.  So for two weeks running we’ve had some adventure on our weekly Trail Animal runs - I guess we need the entertainment?