Yesterday

I hit a fence and it bit me.

Sigh. I know it's only a surface wound but it seemed more important that way than if I explained what really happened.

I was out skating when I quite innocently reached for the fence with one hand to help stop myself from rolling into the path of the oncoming cyclists who were racing toward the narrow bridge ahead of me. Before I really knew what was happening, I lost my balance. I made a desperate grab for the rail with the other hand but somehow missed and landed on top of the fence instead. As I clutched the rail in a death grip with the first hand, trying to prevent my ungraceful demise, my water bottle mockingly squeezed itself out of my hand and fell with a dull thunk to the ground on the far side of the fence.

In spite of my full body lunge toward safety I continued to fall, sliding, bumping down the fence with my hands held quite nicely above my head on the rail, as both of my feet betrayed me and kept on rolling. I landed sitting sprawled into the pathway with one foot stuck under the chain link fence, still holding onto the top rail, both hands having managed quite nicely by this time to find their proper placement.

There I sat like a dazed duck pretending my plan all along was to rescue my water bottle by prying it under the fence while people passed asking if I was ok. Sigh. Sure. Don't mind me. I just tackle fences, fall down, get stuck and bleed to impress people on a regular basis. I was glad more people weren't around to see me trying to remove my foot from the clutches of the killer chain link. :)