I'll never be injured again.

Thank you, Wisconsin Outside for your picture!

I'm cursed.  Oh, say it isn't so!

After a month off to let my pinkie heal, I ran another 18 miles during a LPTR fun run.  Good times were had by all who were not injured.  Unfortunately, this didn't include me.  My finger hurt from the swelling that always accompanies my digits on long runs. (Whine, whine, wine makes me feel better.)  I could deal with that just fine, but about five miles in I skidded off the end of a lovely boardwalk through the marshy South Kettle Moraine and hit my knee.  Big deal.  I've taken worse falls than that--like that time I tried doing a wall flip in parkour for the first time.  

I continued on my merry little way, thinking that today would be a good day to break the 20 mile mark, until I hit mile 13 or so.  Things went downhill fast from there, even on the uphill sections.  

Should I have stopped?  Yes.  Did I?  Well, what would you expect from Ms. Attempted Wall Flip?  Apparently I have no sense of danger or tendency towards self-preservation.

On the up side, I found a hat and the food at the finish was particularly delicious.  On the down side, I gave the hat to the run director.  Oh, and I injured my knee enough to be unable to run for the following month.  The Ice Age 50 doesn't look like it is going to happen for me.  I guess I'll have to spend more time on my mountain bike.

I've still got 9 other perfectly good fingers.

Maybe I should change the Adventures tag to Injuries.