Drinking & running?
Not at the same time, of course. But believe me. There are strange similarities. Let’s discuss.
- Both have caused me to toss my cookies outside of bars.
Badge of honor? Not really. Moving on.
- Both have the potential to result in a nice “buzz.”
- Both require endurance and training.
- Both can cause me to get grumpy.
I have a tendency to get “runner’s rage.” Typically, this happens when I’m feeling really entitled to the sidewalk and I get ticked off by cars, bikes or other pedestrians who get in between me and my final destination. Justifiable? Not at all. It just happens. Tequilla has a similar effect…
And as of yesterday I discovered a new commonality.
- Both can cause me to stumble and fall.
In the case of the great fall yesterday – hard. Sidewalk v. QoQ and trust me, the sidewalk won. I landed on my right knee mostly, although my left knee saw a bit of landage as did my left elbow and the palms of my hands. But the brunt of my weight landed on my right knee.
I was down.
Gertie was terrified.
A very nice man came to my aid. It was nice considering the fact that I was sprawled out in the automobile turn-in for a strip mall on a very busy street. Also, I didn’t think I could move. It wasn’t the scrapes on my knee. It was the knee itself. It didn’t want to bend. Automatic tears started flowing. I was shaking as hard as Gertie.
After a few minutes of sitting down (after he helped me get up and hobble over to a stoop to sit on), I felt like I could walk home. And I was finally aware of my surroundings enough to be really, really embarrassed.
At home, I doused my knees in peroxide. (Bubbly. Gross.) And retired to the couch with an ice pack.
24 hours later, I’m feeling better. There is a yucky bruise on my right knee and I have obtained just enough sympathy from the fiance to merit a few extra back rubs. But I’ll be ok.
That sidewalk better watch out because it’s ON. It just might be a few days.