Thursday, September 17, 2009
Is walking really that difficult?
9:17 PM | Posted by
Ang
I'm taking the dog for a walk! No more laptop. Fresh air, here I come. We're taking a new route though...down to the park about 3/4 of a mile away. Sounds simple enough, right? I mean seriously...we're walking. My heart rate's up, the dog is sniffing everything as quickly as possible to try to keep up, and I'm feeling good.
We get to the railroad tracks. It's our half way point. We're cruising. The only problem is that I did not notice the light out on the construction area and I trip, fall, and twist my ankle. After a few car horns, 2 chuckles by some passers by, and a frustrated dog looking at me with an impatient look, I brush myself off and we keep on going. It's only a minor set back.
We're at the park. It's well lit around the edges and several people are at the tennis courts next door for what looks like the end of a tournament. People are lingering and I'm enjoying the walk while doing a little people watching. You never know what type of entertainment is just around the corner. Unfortunately, and much to my own surprise, I was this evenings entertainment.
I was only trying to be nice. A much larger dog was coming our way and I moved to the side to let them pass. Knowing that I was on the corner and thinking that it's clear, I did an about-face. Don't worry, I didn't run in to anyone. What I did do is run into a pole, bounce off the pole, fall into a bush, and land on the other side. I think the chihuahua went airborne, but given the list of events I really can't be sure.
I'm on the ground now and I roll on to my back, stare up at the sky, and start talking outloud to absolutely no one..."does my life really need to resemble a sitcom". This is when I hear a few more chuckles and realize that about 5 people are standing over me to help. (insert sheepish grin)
They help me up, I brush myself off, thank them all for their help and kindness, and scurry off towards home...only now my scurry looks more like a wounded hunchback. My body aches, my face is throbbing where I'm in the process of getting dental work done, now both ankles hurt instead of just the one from the train-track incident, and the dog stops every 4 ft, looks back, and waits for me to catch up. I guess that's not much of a scurry, but believe me when I say that the mental picture in my mind was scurrying at lightspeed.
We're home now and safe from any more hard metal objects. I'm headed towards the shower, and I can't help but wonder...Is walking really that difficult? (sigh)
We get to the railroad tracks. It's our half way point. We're cruising. The only problem is that I did not notice the light out on the construction area and I trip, fall, and twist my ankle. After a few car horns, 2 chuckles by some passers by, and a frustrated dog looking at me with an impatient look, I brush myself off and we keep on going. It's only a minor set back.
We're at the park. It's well lit around the edges and several people are at the tennis courts next door for what looks like the end of a tournament. People are lingering and I'm enjoying the walk while doing a little people watching. You never know what type of entertainment is just around the corner. Unfortunately, and much to my own surprise, I was this evenings entertainment.
I was only trying to be nice. A much larger dog was coming our way and I moved to the side to let them pass. Knowing that I was on the corner and thinking that it's clear, I did an about-face. Don't worry, I didn't run in to anyone. What I did do is run into a pole, bounce off the pole, fall into a bush, and land on the other side. I think the chihuahua went airborne, but given the list of events I really can't be sure.
I'm on the ground now and I roll on to my back, stare up at the sky, and start talking outloud to absolutely no one..."does my life really need to resemble a sitcom". This is when I hear a few more chuckles and realize that about 5 people are standing over me to help. (insert sheepish grin)
They help me up, I brush myself off, thank them all for their help and kindness, and scurry off towards home...only now my scurry looks more like a wounded hunchback. My body aches, my face is throbbing where I'm in the process of getting dental work done, now both ankles hurt instead of just the one from the train-track incident, and the dog stops every 4 ft, looks back, and waits for me to catch up. I guess that's not much of a scurry, but believe me when I say that the mental picture in my mind was scurrying at lightspeed.
We're home now and safe from any more hard metal objects. I'm headed towards the shower, and I can't help but wonder...Is walking really that difficult? (sigh)
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- I'm a fan of things that are tangibly funny. Meaning, is it real...could it, or did it really happen. It's the reality of life and the connection to a moment that can bring on a type of unforgettable laughter.
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2 comments:
Im laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes. lol
I told Logan your story and said...
See... your not the only one Logan. It runs in the family! =)
That is too funny...I am glad you're okay though! That could have resulted in some pretty harsh injuries!!!
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