Walking on Wednesday - Falling hurts sometimes...

We walk every day. We never think about walking, we just do it. And sometimes we get so used to doing it we don't pay full attention to what we are walking on. 


I noticed a few years ago my balance wasn't what it used to be, so I really try to pay attention to what I am walking on. But yesterday, while on my walk, I stopped paying attention right about the time I really needed to be paying attention.

No, I didn't fall on the grate over a section of our driveway. Our dog has even smartened up and goes around it, but cant fit where she goes so I do walk very carefully.

No, I did not fall down after making it to the top of this hill, the first one I come across. I am out of breath, but am careful that I keep going and catch my breath while continuing to walk.

No, I did not fall down laughing at the top of this little hill, at the lovely family of pink flamingo's.  

I actually look forward to seeing them because they always make me smile.

No, I did not fall when LadyJ (our spoiled Cocker Spaniel) saw that squirrel.

And no, I didn't fall when she decided she was going to try to catch it before it climbed up that tree.

I ran into trouble on this gravel road. I walk it every day, even run up it some days to get the blood running a little faster. 

I didn't fall running up, I fell at the bottom, where the gravel meets the pavement. Near that STOP sign, ironically. It was like I stepped on a bunch of marbles on the road. 

My left foot slid right out from under me. I landed on my butt. I am okay, strangely it didn't hurt that much. I learned why after a discussion with Hubby.

I went home and proceeded to tell him about my fall. He was instantly worried, and asked "What happened, are you okay?" I explained the marble thing, and showed him where I landed.


He said, "Well, at least you have a lot of padding there!" 


Thanks hun. That explains it.