I live two blocks from Frick Park, the largest park in the city. Running in Frick Park has always been a joy; I do it three or four times a week. The trails are just a little tricky in spots, covered with gravel and dirt. On my run today, a mediocre run at best, I stumble on a rock and pitch forward, narrowly escaping a face plant by using various other parts of my anatomy to break my fall. My arms, my hip, my legs, all make rude contact with the ground. I’m thinking, “Dang!” I’m also thinking, “Ouch!” Makes sense. I’m still thinking these things even now that I am upright and running again. However, each repetition of footsteps propels me forward at an increasing rate. “Dang! Ouch!” Turns into one of my best, hardest runs ever. I am pissed.