Wednesday, February 22, 2012

When Concrete Attacks and Bad Poetry

I have never fallen while running before. Until today. Everything was going smoothly. My teammates Becca and Ashley and I went for a run after we got out of class. We decided to do the 2 mile loop so we could be done before it started getting dark. So off we went. Becca and Ashley zoomed ahead and I fell behind. I decided to cut through the high school parking lot so I could get back to campus faster and possibly beat them back. Yes, I know it wasn't a race, but my competitive side came out. I got to the front of campus and was feeling really good, so I picked up the pace. I passed one of my classmates and was just about to hit the hill that goes to my apartment complex, when I completely biffed it. Here's what happened:

Me: Yeah I'm almost there! This is a good run!

(trips over a crack in the concrete)

Me: Whoa!

(Kathleen stumbles forward, getting closer to the ground each time. She hits the ground and slides on her stomach while making incoherent noises of pain and falling. Sprawled out on the sidewalk, feet up in the air and dazed, she slowly looks around and assesses what just took place. Meanwhile, her classmate has witnessed the entire ordeal and runs over to see if she's ok)

After picking myself up and hobbling to the PSU, I went to the trainer who patched me up. Nothing serious, just banged up and scratched. Scraped up my hands and my knee, got a big and rather gross looking scrape on my elbow, and my hip is all scraped up. I'm going to have an awesome bruise and will be sore for a bit. Here's a little photo for ya.





Don't worry, I'll be good as new in no time!

Now, today in my poetry class my professor wrote a bunch of random words on the board and told us to take one or two of these words and write the worst poem we could come up with. Two of these words happened to be walrus and acorns, which I used for mine. After a few of you asked me to post it, I have decided to let you read it. I think it's pretty funny. And awfully written. So here it is.

Don't Throw Acorns at the Walrus

Harbor
Water
Death.

Walrus
Acorn
Death!

Railing
Breaking
DEATH.

Water
Walrus
Death.

There ya go, kids.

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