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kaydeefalls
I am insanely lucky when it comes to accidents and injuries. As in, I somehow manage to avoid them. I don't know how.
Take today. I rollerblade. I rollerblade a helluva lot. Usually just in Central Park. But today, I decided hey, it's not too hot out and I'm not tired, I think I'll rollerblade home from Central Park. That's what bike lanes are for, right?
So I'm inching my way down the sidewalk, trying to get to the avenue (big avenue = bike lane), and this slow-moving group of tourists is sorta hogging the pavement. (Note to would-be tourists: when in NYC, walk like the New Yorkers do. As in, with something resembling speed. And don't spread yourselves out across the entire sidewalk.) Fortunately, there is a largeish gap between the edge of the sidewalk and the tourists. I aim for that gap. At the last minute, one of these oh-so-observant people decides to step out INTO THAT GAP. It's too late for me to stop, so I swerve around him, which involves going around a streetlight. Because the space between said streetlight and the curb is not quite wide enough, I grab the pole to keep from going off into the street. This throws me completely off-balance, and shortly thereafter I notice the pavement rapidly approach my face.
So I do a little spread-eagle thing across the sidewalk, my hands, knees, and NOSE bouncing off it. Ow. Motherfucker. I have the presence of mind to use the impact as a way to push myself back upright (literal bounce), so at least I don't have to suffer the embarrassment of someone helping me up. People are crowding around me, and I'm humiliated all to hell, so I shove off as fast as possible.
Once I'm a block away, I start checking myself for injuries. And this is where I got appallingly lucky. I was wearing jeans (not shorts!), and although they got scraped all up and down the sides, they didn't tear so my legs are unmarked. The only padding I had on was wrist guards, so my hands are fine. My nose and cheek definitely connected with the sidewalk, but for some reason only got a little dirty. So in spite of my own idiocy and klutziness, I remain completely unharmed. The fall should've scraped the hell out of my legs and hands, and possibly broken my nose. But it didn't. Also lucky: I almost wore shorts. I almost wore my *glasses.*
How the hell do I get away with this shit? More importantly, when does this luck wear out...?
Take today. I rollerblade. I rollerblade a helluva lot. Usually just in Central Park. But today, I decided hey, it's not too hot out and I'm not tired, I think I'll rollerblade home from Central Park. That's what bike lanes are for, right?
So I'm inching my way down the sidewalk, trying to get to the avenue (big avenue = bike lane), and this slow-moving group of tourists is sorta hogging the pavement. (Note to would-be tourists: when in NYC, walk like the New Yorkers do. As in, with something resembling speed. And don't spread yourselves out across the entire sidewalk.) Fortunately, there is a largeish gap between the edge of the sidewalk and the tourists. I aim for that gap. At the last minute, one of these oh-so-observant people decides to step out INTO THAT GAP. It's too late for me to stop, so I swerve around him, which involves going around a streetlight. Because the space between said streetlight and the curb is not quite wide enough, I grab the pole to keep from going off into the street. This throws me completely off-balance, and shortly thereafter I notice the pavement rapidly approach my face.
So I do a little spread-eagle thing across the sidewalk, my hands, knees, and NOSE bouncing off it. Ow. Motherfucker. I have the presence of mind to use the impact as a way to push myself back upright (literal bounce), so at least I don't have to suffer the embarrassment of someone helping me up. People are crowding around me, and I'm humiliated all to hell, so I shove off as fast as possible.
Once I'm a block away, I start checking myself for injuries. And this is where I got appallingly lucky. I was wearing jeans (not shorts!), and although they got scraped all up and down the sides, they didn't tear so my legs are unmarked. The only padding I had on was wrist guards, so my hands are fine. My nose and cheek definitely connected with the sidewalk, but for some reason only got a little dirty. So in spite of my own idiocy and klutziness, I remain completely unharmed. The fall should've scraped the hell out of my legs and hands, and possibly broken my nose. But it didn't. Also lucky: I almost wore shorts. I almost wore my *glasses.*
How the hell do I get away with this shit? More importantly, when does this luck wear out...?
