Sometimes you fall

The other day (St. Patricks Day) I went out for a run. My knee started hurting right away and I decided to take it slow. Half way through, I saw what looked like a little green man trip me. I fell hard in the dirt.

My right side took most of it, but my left knee is the most torn up. It was the hardest fall I've taken so far. I think I heard a voice laughing.

I sat there for a moment and cried. Not so much because it hurt...but because I don't want to have to give up running. It felt like something was trying to make me stop.

I prayed. Please God, don't take it away from me.

Then I noticed someone walking up the trail towards me. I suddenly felt embarrassed to be sitting on the ground crying, so I wiped away my tears and got up. Brushing off the dust, I started walking back home before he could catch up to me. I walked most of the way home, but jogged a little just for the sake of being stubborn.