Anatomy of a Fall

Anatomy of a Fall

Saturday.  A mountainous trail half-marathon.  Mile 11.5.  Rocky down-slope. My legs are tired.  They feel like clumsy chunks of solid rubber with hamburger for feet. The 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 […]