Running

As many of you already know, this last Wednesday, I decided that instead of running on my treadmill like I usually do, I would go run outside and take Ozzy with me. It was a nice evening, a little cloudy and would sprinkle rain a little bit, but not bad. So it was nice for running.

Things started out okay. We ran up the street to the street that kind of circles the subdivision and then started around. Ozzy was pulling a little bit, but not bad, and helped me keep my pace up and not go too slow. We ran past Caspian (the street Jarom and Katie live on) and were heading down the street. There were some other people out walking their dogs, a chow and a poodle, and Ozzy decided that they looked pretty interesting and he'd rather watch them than watch where he was going. He kind of stepped in front of me and took me down. Hard. I'm a little ashamed to say that I swore at the dog when he did that. Nothing too bad, and Bryce would say it's not even a swear word, but it really is. Just the fact that I actually swore at him is probably evidence that I've been around Bryce for a while. I then made the dog lie down while I assessed the damage. I had a nice scrape on my elbow, my sweats were ripped across the knee, I had scratches on that knee, bruises on my hip (not that I could see, but that I could feel), and had kind of pulled something in the back of my knee. I also looked around to see if anyone had been watching, and luckily it appeared that no one had. Then I got up and continued on the run. Even if the dog hadn't tripped me, I don't think I'd be taking him running again. When we got home, he was in worse shape than I was, with his hips or knees that bother him. But when I had to limp around because of the pulled something in my knee, I thought that Ozzy had effectively nixed any more running for me for the week at least.

Surprisingly enough, on Thursday, the pain in my knee continually lessened and on Friday, while every muscle in my body was still sore, I was feeling well enough that I thought I could run again. So after I gave the boys lunch and put Daniel and Chris in bed for their naps, I got on the treadmill to run. About halfway into my run, Chris got out of bed and he and Alex decided to come into my room. I told them to get out until I was done because I didn't want them to get hurt, so they decided to run around the treadmill and then back out the door. For some reason, Chris decided to step on the treadmill while he was passing it and fell. I guess my scrapes must have looked like fun, since he now has a nice scrape on his knee in the same spot as the one on mine. I do think I'd rather have him copy me with something like picking up his toys and cleaning the house rather than getting scrapes on his knees.