Adults don't fall down, do they? I was running down a trail this morning, walking carefully over the icy areas, before I decided to try to run across the small frozen parts. I slowed to a jog and made it safely across one spot, then another, and as I gained confidence, I got a little faster. That's when it happened. One misplaced step on a patch of ice and suddenly I see my feet fly out to my left, almost to shoulder-level, and think, this can't be good. I was airborn; like the coyote when he runs off the edge of a cliff and stops in mid-air as soon as he realizes there is no ground under him. Then he falls. It was like that. After what seemed like a full minute, I thudded to the ground on my right thigh and knee. Ouch. This is when the padding comes in handy.
The good thing is, no one was around to point and laugh. The bad thing is, no one was around to carry me the rest of the way down the mountain. I got up, limped a little bit, started to jog, then got back into the run. It felt great.
Until now. It's aching a bit, so I pulled up my pant leg to have a look. It's cut. There's dried blood on my knee, and I'm sure I'm going to have quite a bruise by tomorrow. I'm really getting too old for this. If I'm not more careful, I'm going to break a hip.
