Nothing Like A Hard Fall

I've been craving long, adventurous trail runs that go on for miles.  Since I'm running out of new scenery here on Oahu, I decided to try a trail I haven't completely done yet.  So I headed out to the pillboxes in Kailua.  Running up was fine, but coming down was just rock surfing.  I fell a few times with a slight cut on a finger but no major damage.  I wouldn't call it a run so much as a hike.  I thought about following up the hike with a quick swim, but as the sun was setting and it was freezing cold, I settled on a quick run on the sand and frolicking in the water.

It's also been a while since I took the new used road bike out for a spin, so I went for a ride from Triangle Park, out Kalanianaole Highway to Hawaii Kai.  I ate it twice, the first pretty bad, the second not so much (or maybe I was just numb to pain by then).  Above is a picture of my hand post-accident.  I'm lucky I didn't sustain any soft tissue damage.  As long as I can still run, I can laugh most injuries off.

I would never wish injuries upon anyone, but they do have a way of putting things into perspective.  Sometimes I'm riding with a good cadence, just laying down the miles and all of a sudden I'm surfing asphalt with the wind knocked out of me.  Things can go from good to bad in a split second.  Sometimes it takes a hard fall to remind me of that.