I fought with the Mountain....

and the mountain won. I have heard the mountain always wins....

Early last Saturday morning (the same morning we headed out car shopping, see post below) Sarah, my running partner and I decided to go for an 8 mile run. It would be my first 8 miler and I was extremely excited (I am training for a half marathon at the end of October). It was still pretty dark out when we left so Sarah's very nice husband decided to run with us until it got light enough. We started our run on a mountain train near our home. We were talking and chatting away when the mountain decided to pick a fight with me without any warning what so ever and it tripped me! Mean Mountain trail! (Ok so I wasn't 100 percent watching my feet and didn't pick up my feet quite as high as I needed to, but it is still the mountains fault!) What a trip I had, it was a full on slide into home plate, hitting my head to finish it off. Oh man it hurt, I literally saw stars and thought I was going to pass out. Thankfully, Sarah and her husband were close by so they came back to analyze the situation. I was bleeding but wasn't sure where, I was scraped and battered. It looked like I had gotten the snot beat out of me. Finally I was able to locate the bleeding, (a nice deep cut near my elbow) and get my head to kind of stop spinning. We luckily were only a mile into the run so I was able to hobble back home with Sarah close by (thanks Sarah!). When I got home I surveyed the damage (now almost a week later I wish I would of taken pictures, because man it was bad) My left knee was all scraped up, as was my right arm and right side of my face. I even was rewarded with a nice shiner (my first one ever!). Anyway, what a day. I looked so incredible when we went car shopping but by the end of the day was laughing about the trip I took. Moral of the Story....don't take on the mountain because the mountain always wins!