Running & Tumbling Don't Mix

So much for sexy summer legs.
Good run this morning--until I took a little tumble. I wish I could tell you I was on mile 12, chasing after a hot runner, or even fleeing the scene of a crime. The truth is that I was just completing my run when I tripped over my own feet and took a nose dive into the cement. I laid there for a few seconds trying to establish that I was still conscious and that all of my appendages were in good working order. After I confirmed life, I was just praying that there wasn't a hole in my favorite running pants or that there were no witnesses. It would appear that all of my prayers were answered. Needless to say, I won't be wearing a short skirt to church tomorrow, too much discoloration on the old knees. Don't want to scare anyone! Poncho will be so disappointed.