I’ve learned a lot of things on this journey of mine… 1+1=3… Two wrongs don’t make a right (unless you lie a third time)… Wise men know, only fools rush in… and sweater vests are hip even if you aren’t related to Mr. Rogers. That’s a lot to pack into a brain the size of a pea, ain’t it? I don’t remember all of them at the same time, but boy, when the stars align and the valley cell phones aren’t frying my brain cells, I can string together one pretty little Jeopardy answer. The biggest thing I’ve learned is the danger of sidewalk cracks!!! They seriously need to think about putting together funding to have big ole yellow signs posted next to every sidewalk crack with a WARNING and flashing red lights. These buggers can jump right out at you… kind of like Jack Kevorkian at a nursing home square dancing luncheon. Forget the dangers of cliff jumping and shark wrangling… what the heck about sidewalk walking?
Why have I been rambling on and on for the past 45 years about cracks? Because they are dangerous and no one else seems to care. Everyone else is worried about texting while driving and sharing drug needles, so it now rests on my shoulders to inform the general public of the dangers of sidewalk cracking! For example… THIS can happen to your face:
No, I didn’t just get back from a Mary Kay makeup shindig… although purple is my color… wouldn’t you say? This was the doing of a leaping crack in the sidewalk. It wrapped it’s tentacles around my leg and wrestled me to the ground and…
Oh shut up, Whitney…
This was the doing of a CLUTZ (with a capital all the letters!) I was walkercising one night this past September when I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and had an intimate meeting with the pavement. I may look bad here, but you shoulda’ seen the pavement! Pretty sure I taught it a thing or two. A concussion, a goose egg that is still very tender and hard to the touch, 2 black eyes (this picture was taken a few hours after it happened, the blackness spread down my cheek and into my other eye within a couple of days), road rash on my chin that is still noticeable, and a big ole cut underneath my chin that should have had stitches… not to mention bruises all over my body, and whiplash that lasted for days on end. I was not a happy camper. You know it’s bad when you go shopping at Wal-Mart with 2 black eyes and people do double takes… WAL-MART! Have you seen some of the people that shop there?
Even though I was bruised and broken, I knew I had to get right back out there and go again, but it was tough at first. I would walk slowly and cautiously, always looking down at the ground. I was seriously thinking about borrowing a walker from the local assisted living center just to get in my steps. Time is a healer of all wounds, though, and just as my bruises faded, the fear that I would trip again eventually faded and I became one with the cracks.
I mean, we all grew up with the saying, “step on a crack, break your mother’s back,” but seriously who thought it would actually happen!
Question of the Day: Do you have any good exercising injury stories (aka CLUTZES in disguise)?
Have a good weekend, friends! Thanks for reading and see you all again on Monday… bring friends if you like! The more, the merrier! 😀