July 11, 2008 at 7:07 AMWednesday, I went on a 13 mile trail run up to Crescent Lake and back. According to Trish, my running partner, we were picking up some speed when I tripped and took the force of the fall with my right cheek bone. I was unconscious for several minutes, and the first thing I can remember is walking down the trail with Trish next to me, explaining what had happened and asking me questions. I asked her where I was. I wondered how I'd gotten there. She told me it was George's birthday, and that's when I realised I couldn't remember very much at all. The confusion felt a lot like a bad dream, to say the least.
It's funny, though. My long term memory was in overdrive, reciting the symptoms of concussion and going through various self-checks. Slowly, I began gathering and organizing pieces of my mind, which had been scattered like loose leaf paper all over the trail. By the time we got back to the car, I could remember most of the day, including the fleece I bought for George's birthday, which was the wrong color.
Jim, I thought about that possibility. It wouldn't make any sense why she gave me a ride home, but she did volunteer to run beside me for next weekend's trail race, though. Hmm, maybe I should watch out... ;)
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