Yesterday I met Doug, Empire and Brigid at Doc Chey's in Emory Village and I decided to run there.
I was very happy that the steep hills on the route there were no trouble for me. Same went on the way back.
But as I was running on Virginia near the Highland intersection, I took a face plant right in front of the pasta restaurant, in front of a couple dining and another lady at a separate table working on her laptop.
I am unsure of their reactions, but I picked myself up, bowed, and ran the last block home.
I was surprised I didn't have a big injury- my left hand was numb from the jarring and the side of my right calf was red -- it later didn't even bruise. I scraped threads of rubber right off of the left toe of my APA5s.