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"M’am? Y’alright?"

On March 8, 2008, in Uncategorized, by Meghan
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As stated by the man who witnessed me skid head-first along the ground to a slushy, muddy halt.

I was just fine, and I told him so. I also told him I appreciated his concern for my welfare, as I wiped slush from my face with the back of a muddy hand. About then, I commenced with some self-depreciating laughter, which was apparently his cue to start laughing as well. After a courteous exchange of “Nice day!” and “Oh yeah, real nice day!” (an obvious ploy to avoid speaking of the debacle that caused us to be standing there in the first place), we both went on our respective ways.

I’m confident that, as I write this blog entry, he’s sitting at a dinner table somewhere, laughing robustly, re-telling the story for his family (“Oh, you should have seen the dollop of mud ground into her hair!” I didn’t discover that particular mud dollop until I was back at home, about an hour later. Then again, did it really matter? The front of my body was filthy with mud and water.) . What a clumsy ogre I am clomping about out there, and what a circus show I make myself for the rest of humanity.

It was an absolutely gorgeous, above-freezing, shorts-wearing, epic-ly sunny afternoon. I adore these days, when the forest service trails and roads are decorated with inches-deep icy puddles, sticky mud, and melted slush. I love to splash around, soaking my legs and feet in dirt and water. My dog seems to enjoy it, too; she’s almost like a child (or me) in the way that she aims for the filthiest mud puddles.

The day was in the extreme category of beautiful, the kind of day that brings the local population out of the woodwork of winter hibernation and into the hills. Where I would often see nobody in a 90 minute run, I saw perhaps a dozen people. Believe this, city folk: 12 people is a lot of people out here! It was also the kind of day that, no matter how tired you are from night shift work, or the accumulation of several sequential days of hard training, puts a serious spring in your step. And, finally, this kind of day causes you to look mostly up at the ocean-blue sky, up at the jagged, snowy mountains, up at the bald eagle loitering on a thermal, rather than down at the terrain over which you’re running.

Which is precisely what caused me to dive face-first down the road in front of a complete stranger. For just one moment, I stepped on ice that was inconspicuously tucked into the shade of a tall pine tree. What began as a step evolved into an arm-waving lurch and eventually a face-forward slide. One moment I was dreaming of 10,000 foot snowy peaks; the next moment I was flat on my face with some strange guy saying, “M’am? Y’alright?”

I don’t really care too much about what that man thought. Or the other folks I ran past while looking like I had just tooled through a Minnesota bog. It was a brilliant day, and an equally brilliant run. But I do think I’ll crawl back into my ogre cave now, at least until I unveil my next circus display.

(I should add that I fall when running all the time. My old blog is littered with stories of my tumbles. Here was the most recent one.)

 

7 Responses to “"M’am? Y’alright?"”

  1. Beth says:

    Glad you are okay Meghan!! You must have been quite a sight to see. Who was muddier – you or June?! ๐Ÿ™‚

    So happy for you to have had a semi-nice day. Not too much longer until we will be getting these kinds of days ALL the time!

  2. JeffO says:

    Ditto on the nice day being too nice to have excuses to stay in (see my blog).
    You are a guy’s gal, Meghan. All it takes to make a guy happy is mud, rocks, and sticks. You were wearing that!
    If you’re an ogre, then I guess that makes Trevor “Shrek”?
    Sounds like a fantastic day.

  3. Backofpack says:

    Sounds like a wonderful day, spill and all. Glad nothing got too banged up.

  4. Bob Gentile says:

    “Oh, you should have seen the dollop of mud ground into her hair!”
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    lmaooooooooooo yup you are right at thought at that point as u were well covered I don’t think that mattered much….

    CONGRATS on keeping people laughing!! So when U really think about it “HOW SAD” would that have been to take a tumble, mud slide like that and no one around to SEE It….oh wait maybe a MOOSE might be there and he can go back share ur mud spill–haha

  5. Meghan says:

    Beth- Whew, it was a close one! ๐Ÿ™‚ I think we were equally muddy. June jumped in a creek to clean off and me the shower.

    JeffO- So, why do guys like rocks and sticks? I totally get the mud part, but what about the others?

    Michelle- It was really nice, thanks!

    Bob- Yeah, thanks. Some elk has gone back to his family to tell the story. I’ve seen elk slip and fall, though, so I have material for retaliation if I need it. Sorry I haven’t had the chance to call you back; as soon as I get off these lousy night shifts I will. ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. olga says:

    As long as you don’t hurt yourself seriously, falling on the run is fun and earns a battle scar you can be proud of later. At least that what I am sticking with:)

  7. A says:

    ha! at least no one was there to document it on camera. (see my blog today, ha ha) At least I’m not the only one who has, er, less than graceful moments out there! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Sounds like a fantastic day, though! Gotta love splashing in puddles. Hooray!

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