Since Matt left my clumsy factor (already well above the national average normally) has seemingly increased at least 5 fold. I don't know what's going on. Here's what happened last night: I came home and wanted to wind down before bed by watching a bit of Tivo. We have an old futon mattress on the floor of the retreat where the Tivo is that I lie on to watch when I'm tired or whatever. But recently, our darling pup had been lying on it chewing his bone, so there were gross bone fragments on the futon. So I just picked up the cover and shook it to get them off, planning to vacuum them later. To aid the departure of the fragments, I started kicking the cover as well and managed to kick a bit overzealously and right into the cabinets in the retreat. OUCH! After swearing like a sailor and nearly crying like a baby, I calmed down.
I managed to run a mile on it this morning at the gym, but it's all black and blue and hurts like hell. I'm going to be taking it easy. Yeesh.
OWCH!