Olympic Runner

I like to run.

For fun.

I live by the Olympic Mountain Range, and by "by" I mean like within a five hour drive (including ferry ride).

We might have run exactly over this creek
<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/port%20angeles" target="_blank"><img src="http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu264/sherryleal/Port%20Angeles/twilight-creek.jpg" border="0" alt="port angeles photo: Port Angeles twilight-creek.jpg"/></a>

So, a few weeks ago, three of my running buddies went over to Port Angeles (gorgeous) and ran a race in the mountains. It was awesome. Truly. The race was all trail running. I did the 10k (aka - wimpy) and my friends did the half marathon (She-Ra).



http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll308/bjizzle6968/shera.jpg
 

Needless to say, with all of this kind of breath-taking scenery,

I was down in these mountains - cool huh?

 paired with my breath-taking lungs :-), I tripped on the trail, skinning my knee (even tore a whole in my pants). Don't worry though, I'm OK. (I'm very glad I didn't slip down the mountainside - these were not flat trails).

Sort of like this

After we got home (Saturday night), and I was able to relax a little (Sunday afternoon), I nursed my poor little knee (c'mon people, sympathy here) by pulling up one of my capri legs to give it air. I may or may not have looked a bit strange.

Anyway, some very nice friends came to the door to deliver some very delicious cookies (I love cookies). I didn't answer the door initially. My 8-yr old, who's terrified of dogs, did and she promptly slammed the door in their faces (b/c their dog tried to come in our house, their dog's name is Max and is very little and playful). Hearing this rude behavior :-) (I wasn't aware of the dog part), I ran to see what was going on (forgetting to pull my pant leg down over my "owie").

I opened the door and went outside to talk with these kind friends. They immediately asked what was wrong with my knee to which I enthusiastically answered, "I ran a race in the Olympics". They looked at me really strangely, almost as though they were confused. So, to help them out, I repeated myself giving just a bit more energy to my already spastic personality. "I ran a race in the Olympics, it was just gorgeous. I fell and skinned my knee."  By this time, my friends must have thought I was having some kind of delusions. They were probably thinking, "OK, how do we slowly disappear - this lady is crazy." They, again said, "What?" which was about the time I figured out that, oh yeah - I am not an Olympic runner but a runner who ran in the Olympics -- ha ha ha.