Klutzy Kris

This was the summer of the klutz. That would be me. No ice, no snow, no slick surfaces waiting to suck me down. Just pure ditziness on my part.

You've seen the pictures of what that dreaded bolt did to my leg. I now have a garishly colored purple scar on my thigh. One that gets more and more purple after a workout or a run. Good thing that leg is covered up most of the time...

I haven't posted my second incident of the summer:

With the sidewalk.
Broad daylight.
In my childhood hometown.
In front of a school parking lot filled with children and parents.

The sidewalk reached up, grabbed my foot, pulled me down in an instant, left me bloody and in shock, feeling like my hip and shoulder were a 90 year old woman's. I was in town to help Lyss move into her dorm and, needless to say, I was not a very huge help since I could barely gimp along!

Thankfully, these other road rashes that are finally healing. Four distinct areas on my body with four distinct (and disgusting) scabbed over areas.

I'm ready to look like a 42 year old and less like a 4 year old who doesn't know how to remain upright on a bike.

I'm practicing how to stay upright on my feet from now on!