Well when you decided to prioritize your life to get a 4.0 instead blog your life tends to look pretty interesting when it is finally time to catch up.
A couple of weeks ago Fletcher and I decided to participate in the "Hike for Hunger". The hike went super well and we were fully prepared. Camelback, hat, our sweet new t-shirts. The thing I failed to bring however was proper hiking shoes. See it all started when we were hiking down the mountain... Disclaimer to this story: I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO TRACK ON MY SHOES.
Once we had reached the top and enjoyed the view we started to head back down. Towards the top the side of the cliff gets pretty steep. Fletcher and I were walking side by side and I lost my footing. By the time my left leg is off the side of the mountain and I am about to tumble to my doom, Fletcher has grabbed my arm and is pulling me back to land. While my arm had almost been pulled out of its socket I was grateful to be saved and walked cautiously till we were on the flat trail again.
Once on the flat trail and told Fletcher it was time to run the rest of the way back. This is probably due to my adrenaline rush from almost falling to my sudden death. About 1/2 mile into the run we hit straight up gravel and decided to slow down. Well I guess I didn't slow down enough. One minute I am running, the next thing I am doing a James Bond roll and almost causing Fletcher to biff it as well (not the first time this has happened). Luckily he's got mad skills and can dodge rollings women and can catch falling damsels in distress.
From my knee to my ankle was black and blue for a week.
Don't worry folks I went out and purchased hiking boots with ankle support the next week. Sadly the scar is still super visible and I get asked about it every time. I started making up stories... I have gotten pretty creative.