You are probably already well aware of how clumsy I am… yes yes. that would be super clumsy.
I fall down alot. Potentially even more than the average person. The good news? I’ve gotten really good at it. So when the ground is coming at me fast I can generally hit it and not cause too much bodily harm. Today was no different. In two hours I fell a grand total of not one, not two, but six times! SIX! Call me super klutz.
I’ve come to accept my ability to hit the ground and get back up. Occasionally I do have to lay there. Count my limbs. “I’m ok? I’m ok… I’m ok!”
My poor running partner has no idea what he was getting himself into. We’ve been at a few of the same running races throughout the summer and fall and finally decided who better to go on a jaunt with! I slipped and slid a bit on the way out to avalanche lake. Loosing my footing and using my butt as a way of getting down rocky surfaces.
Losing chunks of my skin might just be a hobby. On our way back towards the parking lot our path got slick, and I found myself progressively more and more on the ground. I took four good diggers on the way back in. Four! Harrison witnessed all of them. At one point (after making sure I was ok) he had to sit down he was laughing so hard. I just laid there on my back in the middle of the trail and collected my thoughts as I cursed the rock or root I had chosen to not avoid.
We made it back to the car relatively unharmed. A little dirty. A little scoffed up. But intact and thrilled with our morning adventure.
One last photo for you guys…. This is me as a 15 year old. Its right after a 5km road race in Cesis, Latvia. I missed a curb and ate pavement (once again). It was a little embarrassing to have to receive medical attention to pick all the dirt and rocks out of my legs after a road race. The picture cracks me up every time (such a goofy kid)! Enjoy!