Well, my 100 mile ride yesterday turned out to be 97.7, and my ten mile run today turned out to be 9.86. Can't win.

Most of the roads around here don't have shoulders, but when they do, I try to run on them, as much for the cushioning as to be out of the road. But when I do that, I always have to be making a judgment as to when the drop-off into the ditch is too steep and I need to get back on the road. It was in just one of those transitions around mile 7 that I slipped on some loose dirt and went sprawling. There was a split second where I was simultaneously thinking "I can save it!" and "This isn't happening!" and then I was on my face.

My forearm took most of the impact, just below the elbow; I've got a little bump on one knee, a couple of scratches on my thigh, and a busted lip (!). Trying to get water out of a bite valve to clean myself up wasn't working very well. Mainly I just concentrated on getting the valves for my hydration pack and gel flask clean.

I'm fine, just a little banged up. Probably be a bit sore in the morning. Tomorrow's supposed to be a recovery day anyhow - be a good day for yoga.