I have taken off from running the past few days because I have suffered my first workout injury! Yup. And as my husband noted, these things usually aren't glamorous. I have no idea how I did it, but I think I bruise/sprained a toe. I told you it wasn't glamorous. No great story about how it was raining and I slipped, but thanks to my barefoot shoes I only hurt my toe instead of my ankle or knee. Nope, nothing like that. Just a treadmill run gone wrong. We were talking about it last night and it might be in how I push off my foot when running. I guess I need to focus on how my feet hit the ground when I get back to it. (That is something I never thought I would say!) I'm pretty excited to have my first injury though, SO glad it's very minor too. But I feel like I am really entering into a section of society I never thought I would be a part of. The Runners. I may still be on the outskirts, but I feel like I've entered through that gate that seemed so far away not so long ago. And locked tight too. There's no magic key needed to open the lock, just some discipline and dedication to one's self. (
Ok I just read back through that and it sounds super cheesy, but it's true so I'll leave it, haha)
The other first isn't glamorous either. Now we have been thinking for awhile now that we have moles digging up our yard and last night I had proof! Charlie, one of our cats, likes to bring in small, fuzzy, baby animals from the back yard. He brings them in through the dog door, to show us I'm sure, but half the time he hasn't quite killed them. Such was the case last night. I heard a scratching underneath the kids table and then out scurried a baby mole! I have never seen a mole up close before. WHOA! They are funny looking for sure. This little guy was super soft, just the way a fuzzy baby should be. I tried to get him back outside, but he flung himself from my hands back to the floor and I am pretty sure he suffered some damage from that. After finding a box and getting him in, I took him out back to our "wood pile" where hopefully his mama found him. Unfortunately, it's more likely that one of the neighborhood cats found him first.
Here's a photo of the furball:
Check out those front paws! Flat, palms out, and some long claws!
Here's to hoping Charlie doesn't bring home anymore "friends."
