Another One Bites The Dust

I fell off a curb.

Well, “fell” doesn’t really describe it. I catapulted off of it.

I had some errands to run today so I skipped out on the lunchtime workout. That was mistake #1.  While I was out I ran into the store for a Diet Dr. Pepper. That was mistake #2.  So I’m walking out to my car, talking on the phone (mistake #3) when all the sudden I don’t know what’s happening but I am flying through the air.  I didn’t trip or step into anything slick. It was like I had been blindsided by a linebacker – all the sudden I’m just going down.

I have no idea what’s happening.  My phone went flying towards the car, my keys went the other direction. And I yell “Oh my God!”

And as ridiculous as it is, I’m falling and all I can think is “I’m gonna be pissed if I break my shoe!”

Finally, I land.  I’m all sprawled out in the parking lot, looking crazy. I sit up and realize I’m missing a shoe. Then I know immediately what happened – I must have broken a heel.  But I look over; see my shoe and it’s intact. They both are.

Then, in lightning speed I hop up and try to scramble to my car so I can run away as fast as I can because I am mortified.  But it’s too late. This guy comes over, looking worried and amused at the same time, to check on me.

And that just makes it 10 times worse. Like, NO! Can you just pretend you didn’t see any of that?

I was in my car, putting it in reverse as I said “I’m fine, thanks.” and got the hell out of there.

The only thing more bruised than my ego is my knee. Which took the brunt of the fall when I made contact with the cement. It's already swollen but doesn't hurt too bad. Only when I bend, walk or put any kind of weight on it.

 

And the only thing worse than banging up my knee is that I don’t even have a cool story to go with it.  Hey, what happened to your knee?  Oh, I don’t know…I just forgot how to walk for a minute.