Feels Like I'm Falling

Actually, "feels" is far from the appropriate word seeing as how I really fell. Hard.

Let me preface this story by saying I'm not the world's biggest klutz. I mean, I know I'm always getting hurt. Like all. the. time. But I'm not a klutz. I promise. Careless? Maybe. Slightly, uncoordinated? Definitely. But I'm not a klutz . . . say it one more time Courtney. Maybe, they'll believe you.

So anyway, Thursday night I was getting dressed to go running. The weather was amazing. It was cool. There was a light breeze, but it wasn't too windy. And I was (key word being "was") finally feeling well-healed and pain free. Finally. So I'm putting on my shoes, and I hear my phone ringing in the kitchen. For some reason, which is beyond me since I have caller i.d., I ran at break-neck speed toward the kitchen to get it. I'm sure I hit the kitchen going at least 5 mph . . . at least. What I had forgotten was that the cleaning lady had come Thursday morning, and when the cleaning lady comes the floors get well cleaned, but they tend to be a little slick for a couple days. I'm not sure what that says about the floors in my house the rest of the time, but it does say I have a fabulous cleaning lady.

So I hit that kitchen floor, left shoe on, right foot in a sock, and that right, sock-clad, foot flew right out from under me. Good thing is, my left foot followed closely behind. I flew ten feet in the air . . . easily . . . or maybe it was three feet, but y'all it felt like ten. Think Marv (or was it Harry?) on Home Alone slipping and flying in the air. I'm pretty sure I looked similar. Hopefully, a little less masculine but still, similar. And then I hit the ground. Hard. My right hip and hand took the brunt of the fall. It knocked the wind out of me for about five seconds. I laid there for about five minutes trying to decide if I would live, and thanking the good Lord that Patrick wasn't there to laugh at me because let's face it, that's the kind of family we are.

Nothing was/is broken, but everything from my shoulder to my ankle is bruised. So I'm back to limping around, and as hard as I try, I can't quite walk normally. Although, today is going better than yesterday. But running is, once again, out of the question. I know because I tried. The elliptical was pretty painful too, but I'm hoping that maybe I can pull it off tonight and go for a run tomorrow.

But like I said earlier . . . I am not the world's biggest klutz. I promise . . .