I'm starting to feel klutzy. I fell walking to lunch today. I stepped on a rock on the driveway about two feet from the street. My foot twisted and I went down. Knees, chest and hands took the brunt. Bam! My hands and knees stung of course. I forgot how bad scraped flesh feels. Five hours later my palms still hurt.
I was so shocked and embarrassed I didn't even look back to see if any co-workers were in the parking lot. A guy driving past stopped, rolled down his window and asked if I was okay. He didn't believe me and stayed still until I had walked a few steps. It wasn't as hard a fall as tripping over shoes off a step on Easter, but my back hurts. Since I was falling on my face I reacted by putting my hands out. I must have tweaked my lower back at the same time.
There is dirt ground into the front of my pink sweater and deep scrapes on the toes of my shoes. I didn't tear the knees of my pants, but it felt like I could have. This better not be a trend. My body and wardrobe can't take it.