Anatomy of a Fall

Saturday.  A mountainous trail half-marathon.  Mile 11.5.  Rocky down-slope.  Running.

Legs are tired.  They feel like clumsy chunks of solid rubber with hamburger for feet.

Left foot finds an unseen rock, and stops short.  Then the right foot joins the mutiny.

Suddenly anchored, everything rotates earthward.  Not in slow motion, either – it happens fast, unexpectedly.  I twist at the last moment to land on my side.  There’s a bounce and a half-roll before all motion stops.

I don’t like falling.  No one does.  It hurts.

I suppose you could avoid falling by not running.  But if you don’t run, you never get any closer to the finish line.  What do you accomplish?

If you think about it, walking and running are really just forms of forward falling.  Risk is inherent.

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From a fall, there will be some bruising.  But don’t let a little bruise stop you.  Savor what it can teach you, and then keep moving forward; the finish line beckons.

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I struggle upright, massage out a calf cramp, and get going again.

According to my phone I took 19,801 steps that day – all of them were falls, really. Only one of them hurt.  Not so bad, really.

We all fall.  We were meant to.  If you fall hard, the thing is to get back up.  Massage out the cramp, and keep going.

Keep falling.  Forward.

Lead on.