One Good Reason

to keep your hands out of your pockets while you are jogging along an uneven sidewalk in your Dansko clogs.

On Wednesday, Peter was running late for school so he was on his bike and I was trying to keep up with him. As I lost my balance (and flung my hands out of my pockets sending my keys and phone flying) I thought, this is going to hurt. A lot. And I'm going to rip my pants.

I was correct on both counts.

The knee injury has only just stopped seeping blood today. The scrapes on my hands still hurt so much that opening jars is painful. I feel like a ridiculous toddler who limps around after a minor bump into something, but this really does hurt.