If you know me well, really well, you know that I fall a lot (I really do). I can think of a good 5-10 distinct times in my adult years where I have fallen; and fallen dramatcially hard. I am no longer surprised when I fall in fact. It's a wonder I have not gotten seriously hurt by now...
Most recently, one super cold morning last week, I had just gotten the Oldest onto the school bus and was not feeling well. Felt very low energy and maybe a sinus thing brewing and there I was with no jacket on and my sweater felt like a piece of tissue paper; I was freezing. So from the depths of somewhere in me, I challenged myself to start running from the bus stop. It was more of a self dare, a 'run all the way home, get over yourself, you'll feel better, full of energy, do it, ready..set...go!' if you will. So in my crocs, in a split second really dumb decision, I began to run. I started to realize it was warming me up so I ran faster, coughing and all, there I was, running all the way home in my crocs. I passed another mom and didn't care what she thought, I don't know her at all, just say hello from time to time and kept going. Clearly thought I was cool. Look at me, I'm running and I'm going to make myself feel better. Whatever. What a doh doh.
I get almost diretly in front of my house and I'm not slowing down; I'm almost to the driveway and it happens. The rubber croc catches the cement and the next perilous step was unavoidable...all in slow motion the rest happened..I fought it for three VERY slow steps that seemed to take a life time. I kept trying to catch myself and found I was getting closer to the ground. After the third step I finally gave in to gravity and said 'just fall, go ahead, fall down' and WA BAM!!!! I'm sprawled all over the court in front of my house. My hands on fire, my right knee stinging beyond belief and my pride non existant, I stared at the gravel so close to my nose. I heard a voice in my head saying "get up, get up, get up" knowing that Mom who I so "cooly" passed moments ago was probably behind me watching the whole show. I slowly turn my head without moving my body and well of COURSE, she's standing there watching me with great interest.
She said, "You ok?"
"Oh yes" I yell out, "I'm fine! That's what I get for running!" and I get up despite the pain and embarassment. I stand up, brush myself off, and run all the way home. Ha! Take that Mom who saw me! I'm so cool, I kept running even though I was an idiot to do it in the first place! Aren't I the bomb? Yeah. That's me. Nerd of the world.
And the funniest part? Running did NOT make me feel better. I felt WORSE. Could barely breathe but I challenged myself and I did it. That's how crazy competitive I am. Even with myself. I got inside the house and couldn't breathe, hands stung so bad that alone was taking my breath away. I told the story to my husband and smart man that he is, first, he made sure I was ok. Once assured I was really fine he laughed. Notice laughing came second. Mmm hmm. That's right. If laughing came first, there would have been trouble. :)
At least I can laugh at myself. When will I learn? Who runs in Crocs? Oh..I guess me. Go ahead, put the dunce cap on me. I totally deserve it for that one.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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