this is getting ridiculous

Someone has cast a spell on me. I've never been a clumsy person, but on Saturday I fell again - for the third time this year. None of these have been that-wasn't-so-bad-type falls. They've all been bit-the-dust-and-now-I'm-bleeding-type falls. So, this time I was running a five-miler in Mountain Brook. I was making the best time of my entire running life and was feeling pretty good about myself (9:37 miles if you were wondering. That might not sound that great, but I've been averaging about 11:10 miles so that's a big deal for me. Stop laughing). I was running hard to get to the finish, and I saw a giant root sticking up out of the sidewalk. I thought to myself, "That's a big root, but I can jump it." Wrong. I jumped, cleared it with the front foot, but I must have a lazy back foot or something because I definitely did not clear the root. I went flying, literally, and came down hard on my left knee. Falling when you're airborne is much more painful than normal falling, I discovered. I tore my pants, have a nice bruise and an oozing strawberry on my knee, along with various other bumps and scrapes. But worst of all, my knee is killing me and I have a 5K next weekend. Not to mention I'm only half-way through my half marathon training. I will not miss Philadelphia. Will. Not.