Ow

So running in the dark is pretty fun, running along the shore of Lake Tahoe at the tail end of good run that was through the woods and over the snow. Running by the light of the half a moon, with the glass like surface of the calm, still lake reflecting the purple, snow covered mountains in the dying light of the day. The smell of burning wood from fireplaces and cooking food from restaurants nearby wafts through the air making me hungry and beckoning me to head back.

As I make my last turn on the beach and head back to where I will walk out into the lake in the dark to immerse my feet and legs into the ice cold water for a speedy recovery. Yes running in the dark is fun until you kick a big huge rock that you can't see. Like stubbing your toe, but instead of stubbing it while you are slowly walking in the dark knowing the coffee table is near at hand, I stub my toe on an immovable rock at a full run. Sickening crunch.

Ow. Sitting at home now, self medicating with Vitamin "I" and some wine I can see my pinkie toe and the one next to it (whatever the hell that toe is called?) are purple along with a good portion of the foot directly above them and the number 3 toe. Since I did finish the run (and a quick sort of dip in the lake) I guess it can't be broken, although I can't really move it either.

Should be fine to run again by the weekend, I will definitely remember where that rock is.