This is my left knee. This is also what happens when a knee comes in contact with a sidewalk. A collective "oh, so sad" now would be appropriate.
In four years of running I have avoided any major accidents. Stumbles, yes. Hard falls, no. This morning at the end of one of the best runs in a long time a cracked sidewalk (thanks OC) put an abrupt end to my endorphin high and replaced it with road rash, sore muscles everywhere and a bruised lip that looks like Zeus backhanded me. My right side took the brunt of the fall and for a few minutes there was a fear that my arm was broken. Luckily I hadn't eaten breakfast or Colonel Sanders would have had a mess to clean up in his parking lot.
A couple of Tylenol and I'll be back on the road again Friday, this time watching for the broken, uneven sidewalks that lurk in this city.
$.62 (and a band aid)
P.S. Sorry, no photo of the lip or bruised arm. Use your imagination.
P.P.S. You know that sound? Well, I made it, loud and clear!