"If you’ve raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country, how will you manage in thickets by the Jordan?" (Jeremiah 12:5). Our journey is intended to be more than simply "stumbling" through the days while the world "wears us out.” We are made to experience the thrill of "running with horses” and to navigate life amongst the "thickets." The RWH blog focuses on both the spiritual race of which Jeremiah speaks, and the physical act of running that I absolutely love. In short, it's where "the miles meet the Message" to provide insight, perspective & encouragement that might enable you & I to successfully run either of the races set before us. May our course be purposeful and may we be passionate in our pursuit of the abundant life He desires for us.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

"We Will, We Will, Rock You...." - Literally!

I thought I would share a weekend funny, (at least it's funny now), story with you.  It occurred on my Saturday morning run out at Salem Lake, which most of you know is my favorite place to run in the Triad.  The 7 mile lake loop and the additional trails out to Peter's Creek are excellent.  

Anyway, so I am about 5 miles around the lake, running in the area that is a bit more rocky than the rest of the trail, when the iPod goes into my official cadence / pacing tune of  We Will Rock You.  The 'stomp, stomp, clap - stomp, stomp, clap' beat makes for a perfect 9:05 stride on my longer runs.  Well, apparently I was just a little too consumed with the music, and despite my always being careful to watch the steps on trail runs, I must have looked up for a moment as the song started.  The rhythm of stomp, stomp, clap was suddenly replaced by BAM! CRASH! THUD! Within a matter of seconds, I was going through the trip, drop, hit and roll motion.  While laying there, I took a few seconds to ensure that most everything was still working.  And fortunately, despite having a little breath knocked out, everything else seemed to be OK. So, I got up and assessed the cosmetic damage. It was not pretty.  

The good news was that by instinctively rolling as I hit, the scars will mostly be reserved to the left side of the body.  The gravel and rock path left scrapes and cuts on the knee, elbow and shoulder. But even worse was the burning sensation to the palms of my hands, having placed them out in front to try and protect against the fall.  Ouch.  But I had also been lucky. Just moments prior I had contemplated a shirtless run.  Now that my shirt was so scuffed up, I was extremely glad that my better judgement had won out and I had kept the shirt on, (I'm sure most everyone I had passed considered this to be my better judgement as well!) 

As the blood ran down my leg and the mess of my hands trickled down each forearm, I couldn't help but laugh during the last two miles.  First, I must have looked like one of those accident victims wandering aimlessly up the highway searching for help.  The only difference being that I was back at full pace trying to make up those two minutes I lost during the tumble.  Secondly, as I popped up to start back down the trail, can you guess the lyrics that I hear in my ear ......... yep, "You got blood on your face...a big disgrace..."  Ha.  That was awesome!  

Make it a great day (just stay on your feet!)  


  1. Ouch!! Luckily, I have yet to fall. Glad you and your electronics were okay.

  2. Hey Paul, I do have to admit that I did immediately look to the watch and was relieved that it was still working. It got scuffed up some, but maybe that will serve to remind me to stay focused next time. I also think I was feeling it more the next morning than I was after the marathon! Older body + crash to earth = sore all over. But it's all good now.