Since life doesn't stop running for me, why should I stop running for life. Running, more running, and even more running with a bit of something called life thrown in. I love to run & everything track. I'm a middle distance runner turned hurdler who craves a bit of speed every so often. I finally found my way back competing in 2007 after being on a 7 year hiatus.
Sometimes you fall down but you dust yourself off and pick yourself up. As a hurdler you absolutely cannot be afraid to fall, it's inevitable and it happens at least once in the season. This time around the hurdle got the best of my shin, some nice bruising and a small gash that probably could have used a stitch (maybe a butterfly one at the least).