Imagine the scene.
A cold, snowy, icy day in Chicago. I’m joggling my heart out down treacherous sidewalks and bike paths. As I make a turn, my left foot slips right and takes out my other foot sending me falling to the icy path below.
While falling I have enough sense to throw the Gballz from my left hand high in the air. Just after hitting the ground I manage to stick out my left hand and catch the ball that was in the air pre-fall. The bag I threw extra high during my fall was just hitting its peak and started plummeting to Earth like Skylab. Ignoring the throbbing pain in my hip and left elbow, I slid myself along the icy ground and caught the little bugger just after releasing the ball in my right hand. Keeping the pattern going, I sat up, then stood up, then resumed the rest of my 10-mile joggle.
Still in pain, but grinning ear to ear for making one of the most incredible juggling saves of my life.
Of course, no one was around to see my great save, so this story is not much different than a giant fish that got away story. Oh well, I know.
We often do the greatest things when no one is watching
One other great thing about yesterday’s run, it was the best I’ve had in over a month. Marathon training in Chicago in the winter…sucks.