Power of imagination

I forgot this: there are those moments when you just see what was going to happen. You're cutting bread and it just goes through your mind that "I could easily cut myself like this" and bam, there it is: bleeding finger.

On the path I run there are several steel ropes to stop the cars from entering the park area. There's one right at where I start so I made it an event to jump through it. It went well but then the second lap came, where I was (as it seems) too used to the jumping over so my body decided not to. This gave me a nice shin pain (and a wound to be discovered later) and some snow to swallow.