. . . In this particular case, the One encountered The Kneehigh Berm, which was near the Steeply Pitched Lawn covered liberally with the aforementioned Wet Grass. So the One went Ass over Teakettle down the Steep Pitch and slid a bunch for dramatic effect. No harm, no foul, One got up and ran a total of two eleven minute miles with a few brief breaks to dodge Telephone Poles looming into view after being blinded by oncoming car highbeams, the Carnivores that live near the Sheep Field and the Infernal Tricycle which lurked a bit up the street, not to mention that one neighbor that way is either dead or in Timbuktoo because his driveway has about thirty rain sodden New York Times covered in blue plastic. A veritable Cornucopia of After Dark Delights.The rest of the post is also amusing and written in similar style, but that's the part that set me to guiltily laughing.
My body is telling me this morning that the Falling Down part of night running is not a good idea for certain older Ones. (OK enough with the capitals now) In a very direct and unsubtle way, using blunt trauma feelings and "this muscle is inaccessible at this time" messages.. . .
On things that go thump in the night
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