Last week I got up when I normally do - before even the butt crack of dawn - so I could get my usual morning run in before getting ready for work. A lot of the time, when I start my morning run, I'm still half asleep on my feet until I get a few minutes into the run, and my body wakes up.
Unfortunately, on this particular morning, it took a lot longer for that to happen. And since I wasn't picking up my feet enough, the sidewalk decided to jump out and wake me up.
Down I went. I tried to fall so I would land in the grass, but it didn't work out like I had hoped and I scraped my knee. As I limped back home, blood streaming down my leg, I thought about how at least no one saw me go down. Although I'm surprised the people whose yard I was lying in for 5 minutes didn't come out because I definitely did not go down quietly.
I don't consider myself to be a klutz. I really don't. But then I remember the other times I've tripped and fallen during a run. Or how many times I run into a door jam. Or stub my toes, scratch my face, get bruises on my legs.
Or the time I fell over backwards during a handstand in the middle of a performance at a dance recital.
But those are all random accidents. They don't mean I'm a klutz. They don't. I'm sticking to that.