It happens all the time. Little kids fall and middle-sized kids fall. Football players fall. My peers fall. At some point, everyone falls.
On Monday, I fell.
I was walking with a friend. We were entering an outside track. For some reason there are two huge slabs of plywood that must be walked over at the entrance gate. I have walked over that plywood many times. I don’t know why it is there. I tripped on the space between the two pieces and landed face-down on the plywood.
Miraculously, I broke nothing. My friend and a passerby insisted I get checked out at an ER, and called an ambulance. I will skip the details other than to say that I am black and blue in a lot of places, and I have a split upper lip that looks like I just lost a prize fight. (I have resisted saying to those inquiring, “You should see the other guy.”)
I have friends who only walk alone so they can keep their eyes focused on the ground. Not a bad idea, but not for me. However, in the future, I will concentrate on…