I think somewhere in Christopher McDougall’s book Born to Run it suggests … ‘Run like you ran in kindergarten” . This morning I was excited to try my new runners and I headed out the door, yes, in my neon green and my new black lightweight airy Rosheruns. I think it was no longer than four steps in as I was picking up pace I fell flat and actually skidded face side down on the pavement tearing the skin on my left palm, a little off both knees, beneath the braces, and immediate road rash on my left hip. Darn! That was not the result I was hoping for. A kind neighbor with a sense of humor, from across the street, was apparently looking on and asked ‘ are you ok? Can I drive ya home?” .. ha ha thanks for caring.. I thought, embarrassed. I walked back in the house, washed the blood off my hand and put the shoes back in the box. Once I walked around a bit I grabbed ‘my same olds’ and headed back out the door for another sweaty Monday morning run. There is something to be said for ‘ my same olds’. Maybe they make them in neon now. Today, with scraped up knees, I ran like I ran in kindergarten.