In 2014, or on the 3rd of May 2014 to be exact, I fell on my face during The Parkrun. It wasn’t funny at the time, but afterwards, I could see it happening, and being me, I probably would have laughed first.
I like sharing this story because so many things happened on that particular morning. It’s a funny story; I set a new personal best, which would still remain a personal best today (I haven’t started running again – yet), and I realized that nobody cares except you.
This is a throwback post for a friend of mine. I hope you enjoy it.
I feel kind of silly, but you know when you have a weekly or monthly competitive event like trail running or a match of some sort, and you always see the same people, and you’ve clarified to yourself that you have to beat this one person (or even two in my case)? Well, we do a trail run every Saturday morning. They call it The Parkrun. It is held all throughout South Africa (originally started in the UK), and it’s a lot of fun and a real challenge for me.
Now, there are these two ladies who just get to me every Saturday morning. As soon as I spot them, I tell myself, ‘You HAVE to BEAT them.’ The sad part is, I don’t even know them, and I have a vendetta against them. We haven’t even spoken two words! I think I might have a problem… Anyway.
They have this way of passing me and then slowing down in front of me. This morning, one lady did it. She passed me, annoyed me, and started walking in front of me. So, I added some speed and propelled myself up the mini hill. I kicked her butt. Almost at the end, the other lady (I was following her for some pace) just wasn’t going fast enough, so I passed her as well. And THAT’S when it happened…
I felt my foot strike a stone, and as I saw the ground coming closer, I knew I was going to hit it. There was nothing I could do, and in that moment, I knew I was going to hit the ground. So, with a thump, I hit the ground (in slow motion) and let out a bit of a screech. I had just bought some land…
At once, everyone I just passed is next to me. They help me up, and the first thing out of my mouth is ‘I am done now, I’ve had enough.’ Then I see my ‘enemy,’ and that just fuels my anger. So I ran as fast as my legs allowed me to go, and I finished with a better time. This, after I had to tie my shoelaces TWICE, walked a bit (it is actually against my religion to walk in a race), and of course, bought some land.
I am very proud of myself, but my ego is a bit bruised. It’s not fun to fall down in front of so many people; it’s quite embarrassing. But, it’s all in a day’s work.
At least I have a great story to tell with a happy ending, and thinking about it now, I must have looked really funny when that happened. We received a 10% discount voucher, so I think I will reward myself with a nice cup of coffee for my hard work
I did some editing to fix grammar and spelling errors. Don’t judge me. I was young and I really wanted to be a world-famous blogger. My writing style has evolved a lot over the years. But here’s my 27-year-old self telling a funny story. Just look at me. So young and clueless! LOL!
Do you have a funny story?
Please share with me in the comments!
E xx
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