We had a few incidents on those dark hot mornings. One time we were running in our neighborhood and we saw someone headed in our direction on a bicycle. We were a little freaked out because it wasn't just another health nut out on an early bike ride. He was a little creepy at first. He had a boom box attached to the handlebars of his little BMX bike. Did I mention he was a grown man? He was wearing coveralls and was biking kinda slowly and meandering a bit with his boom box playing. Keri and I exchanged a look and decided to just kept running and he past us like nothing. We saw him several times and he became less creepy to us, but another time we saw a dark figure crossing someone's yard wearing white gloves at 3o'clock in the morning and that REALLY freaked us out. We stopped in our tracks and I don't remember if we said anything to each other or just exchanged a look that conveyed the idea that we should run as fast as we could back to the house, but that is exactly what we did. We did a quick about face and made a bee line in for the house. That was the fastest run we clocked that summer.
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I am stuck on band aid, cause band aid's stuck on me.[/caption]On yet another run and neither of us remember how this happened, but we were on our last couple of turns and headed home when Keri tripped and fell. It was as if we were in a movie that was being edited and the person viewing this clip of the movie put us on super slow motion. She was falling to the ground and thinking how can i make this better and I was reacting and trying to help her in a way that I was totally clueless to, because I ended up not being able to help at all, but Keri actually did manage to direct herself towards the grass. We we running on the street next to the curb and she landed half way in the grass and half way in the street as if the curb were dividing her in half down the middle. So her right hand and right knee got pretty banged up.
I can't remember if she was crying or not, probably not, but I went to her sitting in the grass of one our neighbors (yes, it was about 3:30 in the morning) and I was evaluating her injuries. She had gravel in the heel of her hand and dirt and grit in her knee. The first words of comfort I was able to muster were, "Ya know, we're going to have to clean that". She looked up at me and clear as day, her eyes were audibly speaking the words, Are you fuckin' kidding me?
It didn't take long for me to realize those were just about the worst words I could have chosen to comfort her. How comforting is that? I realize you just fell and are still on the ground in quite a bit of pain so, just to be clear on where we are, you know we're going to have to clean that. Geez, Angel!!! Why don't you carry little alcohol packets with you and clean it before the first drop of blood begins to puddle? We walked back to the house and if my memory serves me correctly I'm pretty sure we did not clean those wounds right away. We probably ran cool water over it, but taking the q-tips to it with peroxide was out of the question. If you don't know Keri, you might not be clear on how things operate once she'd set her mind to an idea. I just thought of a new nick name for her Stubburnidge.
To this day when either of us gets a cut or gets injured, we say, "Ya' know, we're going to have to clean that." We have a pretty good little laugh about it, but only because we both have grown and can laugh at our previous less wise selves.
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