My reputation as clumsy is legendary in my family. There are fridge door handles that my parents stopped replacing because I’d tripped and tore the handle off the door so many times (grasping the handle in a futile attempt to keep myself from falling). My sister loves to recall the work day where she heard me fall down an entire flight of cement stairs, coffee in hand, when my stiletto heel got caught in the cuff of my pants. I don’t just fall down stairs, I fall up stairs, and not gracefully. Ballet, ice skating lessons… nothing my parents put me in as a child helped.
Growing old has not made me more graceful. I trip over invisible sidewalk cracks, and flip-flops are literally off-limits from my closet. (You might even remember when I gave myself a concussion while running). And, last week, I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, and I stumbled into my closed hall closet door, hitting the front of my hip against the side of my doorknob. When I woke up, I had a bruise the size of a dessert plate. I’m adding this to my repertoire of injuries not caused by running, but impacting running nonetheless.
They are embarrassing to admit. And like anything that keeps me from running, they suck.
I’m hoping I’m not alone. In a quick informal poll of fellow Salties, it seems they have some stories to share, so I’m thinking you might too!
What are the most embarrassing non-running ways you’ve injured yourself that have kept you from running?
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