I mentioned yesterday that perhaps I'd share with you all how I got that enormous cut on my shoulder. It looks worse than it is (or maybe it doens't look bad at all), but it's a pretty funny story how it happened.
Nora and I decided to take our sister's *crazy* dog for a run last Saturday morning while we were in Vegas. I was the one holding the leash, and the sidewalks weren't quite wide enough for both Nora and I to be next to each other, so she was a bit behind me. As we ran, Willa (the dog) was crazy pulling, like arm out of my socket sort of pulling. When we got close to being done, she went certifiably nuts, jumping up and down and biting on the leash...and then she pulled with all of her might.
It just so happened that at the same time she was pulling, I stumbled on a rock (aka Vegas grass). Normally if this were to happen, I would catch myself and keep running, but when you have a 60 pound dog pulling you, and you are afraid to let go because you don't want the dog to run away, you hold on to the leash while falling down. And when you are being pulled while falling, you basically fly parallel to the ground. Nora was behind me and can attest to all of this.
So I flew and I fell, and I tried to hold on to the leash. But as I got closer to the ground, I realized that I was going to break my teeth if I didn't let go. So I let go. And I saved my teeth...at the expense of my shoulder, my knee, my wrist, and even my right boob. Yes, I scraped my right boob.
And then we got up and laughed (after Nora asked if I was ok) and ran the rest of the way. It was definitely an experience, and the dog didn't get a run the next day.