Look, I’m not saying there’s a conspiracy going on, but this is the second time I’ve been playing in some kind of water with Brigette where I also take a huge fall and cause myself personal harm.
Or there’s that other theory that I’m getting clumsier with age.
Of course the main culprit is my being unwisely impulsive (in the words of my mother, “you need to slow down”), considering my fall happened while playing leapfrog going downhill on Hudson Ave. Yeah, I know. At least my left hip got the action this time, and I have some scrapes that look like a very lazy bear tried to maul me. All good and fun, really. It did end up being a way more fun night than going running. I can attest to that.