In striving to be more physically active, I have read many books and magazines and they all promise one thing - that one will begin to feel younger by exercising. Today, I accidentally proved that theory.
In the wee small hours, while jogging with my husband and our two dogs, I stumbled and fell like a sack of bricks. It is amazing how many thoughts can cross one's mind in the split seconds it takes to fall.
"Please don't let me fall!"
Don't let me break my wrist!"
"No, not the knee!"
"Oh my! Not the face!"
Then comes the string of curse words. This took place right in front of my bank. I hope they do not have sound on their security tapes, which should be good for a laugh, anyway.
So now my chin, both palms, my knee and my thigh are scraped up. Part of me feels 11, because that was probably the last time I was this scraped up. Of course when I stand or move I feel 81, so I guess I am still averaging out to my age - 46.
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