And then I pirouetted into the house
The morning drop-off at the school went rather smoothly today, and I was congratulating myself on a job done properly for once, if you ignore the fact that I forgot to pack lunches and was wearing my pajamas for the drive, when I got a reality check. No, this was more like a hockey check. Isn't that what they call it when a player gets slammed to the ice?
I had let the dog off of her tie-out and was gabbing on my cellphone, heading for the front door when she leaped up at me and we got tangled up somehow and I found myself soaring off of a step and towards the pavement. I broke the fall with my knee (ow) and the side of my hand (ow) and torqued my ankle and other elbow pretty well. I did not drop the phone, or break into the conversation with a stream of obscenities, but hoo boy it was close.
Instead, i just limped into the house, wiped off my kid-style knee scrape and hand scrapes and took some tylenol.
As a kid, I remember sporting scrapes and bruises all the time. My body remembers the feel of concrete and tree bark and other surfaces that took a few layers of skin off time and again. As an adult, I take fewer risks, I am more steady on my feet, and it is deeply shocking to find myself face down on the pavement, knees smarting and oozing.
I'm totally fine tonight, if a little achy - but man, that was graceful.