Gotta Hand It To Myself, That Was Stupid
For The Record
Because I’m going to want to remember when this happened.
On the black diamond ski run …
There was this runaway baby carriage …
Looks down. Mumbles.
I tripped over a curb.
The curb was not flush with the ground on the high side. I failed to clear the slight rise. Since I was coming out of dance class, my legs may have responded more slowly than usual. Stubbed my toe. Tipped over. Had enough time to realize I was falling. Flung my hands out to brace myself, as one does.
Judging by the bumps and bangs, I stopped all forward momentum with that toe. Ouch. Achieved a five-point landing on heels of the hands, knees, and one elbow. A symphony of ouch.
I’m fine. Spent the weekend recovering from the adrenaline surge.
Have you noticed that instantaneous falls are far less fearsome than the ones in which you have time to ponder the fact that you are about to go thump?
Thank you for reading,