Poor sportsmanship

On Saturday, I encountered a rather disheartening incident during my run. I had set off to do a long run of almost 8 and a half miles, over to Ypsilanti, to the bus center, from which I'd bus home. I've done this run several times before, and so wasn't worried about my ability to do it. But as I was just getting nicely started, having gone about two miles, I tripped over a wire someone had strung across the sidewalk, and went down in a heap. Thinking about it later, all I could imagine was that, since this was early Saturday, some kids had done it Friday evening as a form of mischievous "fun." When I went down, I bloodied my knee and scraped up the heels of both hands ... but fortunately was able to avoid serious injury. (I am very grateful for God's protection, as the outcome could easily have been a lot worse.) I did decide to cut the run short, though, and after continuing on a couple more miles I pulled out the bus fare I carry with my on long runs and rode home. Though I am not highly sore, I've been a little leery since then and have only run once so far since Saturday.