My lunchtime run today was quick but slow. Quick because I planned a short 4K route with a few 400 metre intervals. Slow in the sense that I felt tired and sluggish the whole time and ended up abandoning any pretence that I was doing speed work about halfway through the run.
The only good moment came right at the end, as I was rounding the last corner and travelling a trail through a small copse. As I ran, I scanned the treetops – a bad habit for a runner, I know, but I come from a family of birders so it’s a hard one to break. When I saw a flash of colour and an interesting shape my body automatically twisted to follow the bird's path. Unfortunately, while my torso turned, my feet kept travelling forward and I ended up pitching headlong across the trail and into the brush. It was a minor fall resulting in just a little road rash. It was my pride that hurt the most, because I’m not sure but I think I might have looked spectacularly uncool for a moment there.
Luckily for me, the cedar waxwing was the only witness. He showed no reaction while I picked myself up, brushed myself off and resumed my run. But I bet he “tweeted” all his friends about it as soon as I turned the corner.