Slip Slidin’ AwayPosted: September 1, 2008
Labor Day began with a thud. Literally. I got up at 5:30 in the morning and proceded to slip feet first down the stairs. Ouch — I broke most of my fall with my right elbow. Luckily that didn’t translate into a broken elbow, just a very sore and bruised one.
Bryna, of course, rushed to see if I was still alive. It really did make a horrible sound. The line from “Twas the Night Before Christmas” popped into my head: “When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.” Before I knew it she had the ice pack out for my elbow.
Fortunately my great fall didn’t wake up the boys. Not practicing what you preach is a lousy quality in a preacher. And how many times have I yelled at them to “Stop running on the stairs with socks on!” Not that I was running — I was barely awake.
So what was I doing getting up so early on Labor Day anyway? Good question. I thought it would be a good idea to celebrate resting from my labors by running the New Haven 20K (12.4 mile) road race. For a split second I considered just going back to bed but since I was up — well, still sitting on the bottom step — I figured I’d just stick to the plan. Plus what better way to ignore the pain of long distance running than focusing on some other body part that hurts?
It wasn’t my best race but considering the circumstances, it wasn’t so bad. Next time I think I’ll just keep the shoes and socks at the bottom of the stairs.