1. It hurts like hell.
2. It’s really, really stupid.
Do you really need any more?
In fact, you probably didn’t even need any. But apparently I did. Because tonight, on a nice 5.5 mile run, I decided to be a good Samaritan and kick a piece of concrete off a path I was running on. I do this occasionally, because I always get images in my head of bikers flipping over the rock or old ladies with walkers tripping and dying if I leave the rock in its place.
But this rock was no pebble. It was a sizable chunk of concrete, and I’m surprised it even moved when I kicked it. It hurt quite a bit, but thanks to the cold it was numb for most of my run. I just got home, and I can practically see the toe (it was the big toe) swelling up as I type. Ouch.
Well, despite my utter stupidity, I did have a great run in the end. I had planned a 4.5 mile but ended up adding a mile because I felt great. Of course, if I hadn’t done that, I would have missed the area where I kicked the rock, so in retrospect it might not have been my best move…
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