Falling down stairs
So last Friday evening I fell while doing handstand walks. Well, while trying to do handstand walks. Found out I have a partially separate shoulder. No weight bearing activities on the shoulder for at least 10 days. Almost there.
Monday I bash my shin while doing 30" box jumps.
I’m super skilled at CrossFit, y'all.
When I was a kid I hung out with Ricky and his friends since i didn’t really have any of my own. And of course, we acted out our favorite tv shows. When it came to Scooby Doo I always wanted to be Velma. But Ricky, his friends, and kid logic said that since I was clumsy and didn’t have glasses, I had to be Daphne. This is what I think about as I find glass with my foot in the garage, drop a box of tools on myself, crush the same foot with an entertainment center, almost fall down the stairs again, drop boxes on my head when placing them on high surfaces, and slipping in mop water. They were right, in a way. I am danger prone Daphne. Except I’ve never been kidnapped by a ghost or monster. And everyone knows Daphne always gets kidnapped.