I went for my usual, every other day 5 mile jog around the neighborhood. Ran by a garage sale and overheard something to the effect of "that guy always runs without shoes." Of course, I try to keep good form, maybe even pick up the pace a bit.
I turn the corner and get out of eyesight, then BAM! Stub my right toe! I shake it off and proceed. I glance at it later and see blood. I wasn't too far from home, so I figured I go put a bandaid on it. When I got home, blood everywhere! Wash it off, a couple of bandaids and tape, and I was good to get back out.
I should be good for tomorrow's run. It's just a flesh wound. 'Tis but a scratch!
I turn the corner and get out of eyesight, then BAM! Stub my right toe! I shake it off and proceed. I glance at it later and see blood. I wasn't too far from home, so I figured I go put a bandaid on it. When I got home, blood everywhere! Wash it off, a couple of bandaids and tape, and I was good to get back out.
I should be good for tomorrow's run. It's just a flesh wound. 'Tis but a scratch!