Falling with Bob

Failure to warm up proves costly

I rolled into Cherry Creek at 8 a.m. on a cold Friday morning. I had five layers of coats, my toboggan, facemask and two hoods. I know how to handle cold weather. Got out of the truck, set the Run Program on my smart phone, and took off on my morning two-mile brisk walk.

All professional runners and walkers see the first major mistake of the day. I did not warm up.  Everything is going on schedule. On the last 200 feet I am a few seconds slow. At the right angle turn I cut across the grass. My big body went sailing like a flying walrus, hit the concrete, bounced, and I lay there spread eagle with the breath knocked out of me. I heard a runner say “You all right?” I will never know how she got me up, how I took the selfie or how I drove myself home. God works in mysterious ways.

The rest of Friday was a blur.  Ann got the five layers off of me and called 911. She kept me from passing out while staying on her phone with the 911 operator. The firemen arrived and were attending to me and my vitals and Ann was still on the phone telling the operator they had arrived. The medics arrived, loaded me in the ambulance and off to Momma Frances in Tyler. I informed them I felt better and was training for the Fresh 5K in early March.

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