Day 4: A scar you have and its story

I tried to photograph my most prominent scar, but it doesn't show up very well in photograph, which is possibly a good thing. Ask me to show it to you sometime in person, because I'm equally proud and ashamed of it, but I love a good story.

I found a picture of a sawhorse instead. :)

So once upon a time, after my first year of track (June 2010) I thought I was a rising-hurdle-star-in-the-making.

I had aspirations.

I was also fifteen, quite cocky, and unaware of the dangers of practicing my great hurdling skills over sawhorses on the pavement of our street.

The scar is three inches long and runs up the backside of my elbow from the spill I took when my foot caught the sawhorse wrong and I tumbled headfirst back to earth, skidding several feet down the street before I rolled to a painful stop, covered in asphalt and blood. I also have a smaller scar on my knee and hip from the same incident.

I didn't cry, but...

I never hurdled again.