A Perfect Flip

Do you ever wonder what you look like when you fall? I never really thought about it, but for the third time I fell while running again (not counting the sort of flop to the ground I did in my last marathon), and I wonder what it looked like.

Well the story was, I went running while traveling in Tennessee and therefore I was unfamiliar with the terrain (the excuses start). Also, since I had meetings that day I went out pretty early especially considering the time change, so there was very little light for the first part of the run (excuse number two). So, off I go on a 7 miler dodging traffic and plodding through the hills (excuse three and four) until I get almost 2 miles into the run (see map of the run on the right with the marker on the approximate incident).

So, I sort of hop up a curb and misjudge an uneven part of the sidewalk. Bam, down I go on my hands, then shoulder, then upright on my feet again. I mean as falls go, this one felt like a perfect roll. I could have continued to run in a, "I meant to do that," sort of way. I sure would have looked cooler if I had. Except I was so stunned by the incident that I stopped to check out my hands ( a little scraped), shoulder (fine except my music players case got a little scraped) and of course the sidewalk ("see everyone, there really is a bump here"). Only there was no one around to see me (unlike last time), so I just started to run again. I probably looked like a dead fish flopping around, but it sure felt like a perfectly executed roll. I always said that one of the reasons I like running as a sport is because it requires very little coordination. Looks like it requires more coordination than I have, unless I continue to execute these perfect rolls.