Being clumsy sucks.

I asked Jason to walk with me tonight and it's a good thing I did.

I said to him, "I always carry my cell phone when I walk out here. I'm so afraid I'm going to twist my ankle and fall on this rocky path".

Literally, LITERALLY like less than two minutes later, I TWISTED MY STUPID ANKLE AND FELL.

I skinned my knee and, it turns out, twisted it. My ankle went a funky direction.

I got dirt all over my yoga pants, shoes, and my hand.

I got small rocks and gravel stuck in my hand.



I got up.


I kept walking.


In fact? I walked for an hour.



I might regret it tomorrow. But today? I didn't give up.