There’s nothing quite like taking a major spill an hour into a 90 minute trail run – in the mountains – alone – early in the morning.
At least it matches my shoes and my house. I was going downhill – pretty fast – when all of a sudden I was falling forward for no discernible reason. My knee took most of the impact (hence the torn pants and a cut the size of a silver dollar) – quickly followed by my forearms (yup – I’ve had a lot of practice falling when running.) A 30 second system check later and I was back up on my feet. I shook it off and continued on my way.
Kind of like the process of creating a company.