In my adult life, each time I have gotten injured I had a flat tire earlier in the day.
The first time was back in Kansas. I got a flat tire less than a mile from my house on my way to my first marathon. I hadn’t hardly allowed enough time that morning to jack with it then so I limped it back home, still flat and asked my wife to drive me to the race.
About 25 minutes into the marathon (trail) I slipped in some mud and sprained my ankle. I still completed the race, in 4 hours and 42 minutes. But was in a lot of pain. The Dr said it was as bad of a sprain as he had every seen, and told me it was pretty dumb to have continued to run on it.
Then yesterday, I got a flat on the way into work. Last night while taking*Ding*
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