It wasn’t until I reached the hospital x-ray ward that I not so astutely came to the realization that I had been hit by a car. Along with this understanding came a wave of pain and discomfort and a nagging question: “Who does that?”
Who steps blindly in front of a car, blissfully unaware that a two-ton metallic tank is blasting through its route, a route that, consequently, now intersects you? In fact, I had not only ‘stepped’ in front of the medium sized red sedan; I had happily ‘leapt’. I had been on my weekend run, joining the hordes of health conscious, DC Type-A health nuts. My husband, Rubin and I were jogging our usual route through the zoo when we discovered the back gate was unexpectedly closed. Looking around for another entrance we spotted Continue Reading »