I was on a trail with Diana Crabtree during a Manito Runners Club run, and as she was telling me about the scar on her knee, suffered in a fall on the trails we were on, I tripped and went down. Diana rushed to assist me, but I was able to get right up and continue my run.
When I got home I poured hydrogen peroxide over my wound. It never got infected, but over the next couple weeks the hydrogen peroxide provided an unexpectedly wonderful experience.
After the injury scabbed over, as with previous scrapes, I was tempted to pick. Oddly, I also find that giving my picked scabs a thorough look-over is very interesting. So, I abandoned self-discipline and restraint and picked away.
Scab-picking provides entertainment during those times of the day when not much is going on and you’re bored. I really liked it when I could peel off a large, unbroken piece of scab. Plus, having a delicious treat at the end was a super fringe benefit.
The scab has nearly healed, and I’m facing an end to my self-produced tasty snacks, I’m considering falling once more, intentionally. If I run at a very fast pace on rough terrain, I can get a much larger scab which would mean a big supply of enjoyable treats.
Hopefully, next time you eat beef jerky, this post won’t cause you to associate it with scab-eating. I apologize in advance if that happens.