not made to walk on ice

For Christmas, my aunt gave my dad a pair of treads for walking in snow. Similar to Yaktrax. You need things like that in Telluride. My mom keeps a running tally of her falls during the winter season. It's just a way of life.

Here in Wisconsin, on the other hand, I never thought I needed something like that. I just don't fall. Ever.

Or, until yesterday, that is.

The dog park that we frequent is completely iced over. There is no definition between the grassy field and the gravelly path--it's just ice. Until yesterday, it really wasn't that bad. It was icy, but I was still able to walk on it. But then, Saturday night, we got rain and the ice got all rejuvenated and slippery again.

And, so, after braving the park and surviving the walk THE ENTIRE WAY around the path, I had the fall of all falls. I guess it was to make up for all of the years past in which I haven't fallen on the ice.

At least Indy had fun.

I felt fine and went home. When I told Matt, his response was "you know you can break your wrist that way". Wow, really? Thanks.

Now, today, a full 24+ hours later, my arm hurts, my leg hurts, my butt hurts and, for some strange reason, my hip on the other side hurts too. I'm sore, I'm bruised and I've already placed an order for a size small set of Yaktrax.