There will be blood.

My winter trail group has officially ended. I ran my first trail half marathon a week ago and made it to the finish relatively unscathed. During the 15 week training, I fell twice. Once, at the end of our first Sunday run. It was a flat, but rocky portion of the trail, and literally in the last 100 yards or so I tripped and fell.

The second time was at the end of the Dipsea Trail. I tripped stepping onto the Hwy 1 pavement at Stinson Beach. So, again, the end of the run.

Yesterday, I decided to do an easy 5 mile trail run at my local state park. It is a haven for mountain bikers, hikers and runners. Halfway up the first trail (a nice 500 ft climb) I got a bloody nose. Granted, I am prone to bloody noses during allergy season, but I was not prepared. Luckily I was wearing a tank underneath my running t. I sacrificed the shirt to the allergy gods and went on with my run, hoping my face wasn't smeared with blood. I should have turned around then.

My run was mostly uneventful, despite having a hawk swoop through the trees right in front of my face (that was a little freaky). I saw deer, turkeys and the aforementioned hawk. I felt strong. I held a good pace and felt in control during a particularly tricky, rocky downhill. I was feeling great as I ran the last mile towards the access gate. On the last quarter mile, I ran across the wooden bridge... and the toe of my shoe conveniently hooked a nail. I went flying. And cut the shit outta my knee. And ruined a pair of new running leggings.

I walked in the rest and drove myself home. I cleaned myself up as best I could. Most of it was road rash, but I also had a gross looking cut on my knee. And the cut was still bleeding after 2 hours.

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I headed into the ER after calling the advice nurse. I came home with 5 stitches in my knee.

Half of me feels like a bad-ass and the other half feels like a dumb-ass.