Good thing I don’t often run on the edge of a cliff.
So apparently I can’t run in a straight line.
As I was running with my teammates today, I nearly killed myself. We did a 3-4mile pick up run today I crossed over a bridge over the Milwaukee River. The sidewalk on the bridge ran all the way to the curb. I don’t really pay too much attention when I run—I kind of get into this frame of mind and I just run. What I didn’t notice was the fact that I was running closer and closer to the edge of the curb, where it drops about 3 inches into the street. Suddenly I mis-stepped and I stumbled, luckily able to catch myself before I fell into the road. However I was not spared the embarrassment because the rest of my team was running behind me.
To tie this all back to my title—If the edge of the curb had been the edge of a cliff I surely would be dead right now.
3 years ago