We All Fall Down

When my alarm went off this morning I used every ounce of will power to DRAG myself out of bed.  I should have slept in.  Barely half a mile into my run, I fell and landed on the T tracks.  This was not a trip and stumble kind of fall, this was a full body slamming into the gravel/concrete/asphalt/tracks kind of fall.  Every part of my body south of my shoulders hit the ground.  I quickly popped myself up and got off the tracks while assuring the 2 women who were standing at the train stop that I was indeed, OK.  Luckily I hadn't gone far and hobbled home to clean myself up.  I had briefly considered continuting my run but after surveying the damage, I realized that anyone who saw me running would think I had just escaped a some kind of brutal attack.  Also, I kept thinking about that girl who fell off her homemade zip line and gashed her leg and later lost said leg due to an infection from the wound.  I am not interested in losing any limbs and since I was bleeding from all 4, I decided that disinfection was priority #1.  The reason for my fall is unclear.  As I told Dutch, I have run over those tracks hundreds of times without a problem.  I was not distracted, I didn't feel myself trip over anything, I just felt the ground as my body slammed into it, proving once again that rock beats epidermis.  So now I am all bandaged up but event that was an issue.  We were out of regular size bandages at home but did have some large ones.  The large bandages worked out for most of the wounds because they are rather large.  However, I have a gash on my pink finger near the base of the finger that required a smaller sized remedy.  The only solution I could find was a bandage roll we bought in Ireland last summer.  It's basically one big strip that you can cut to size.  After several attempts, I finally got the right size and shape.  I'd like to think that after a start like that, the day can only go up.  However, I am going to put some band-aids in my pocket, just in case.