I Faw Down. Go Boom.
I fell down today. First time in quite some time. Since last September or October, I believe. I’ve had numerous close calls, but always managed to catch myself while still more-or-less vertical.
Not this morning.
Oh, I’m fine. Didn’t hurt a thing. Not even my pride. I was practicing my “big boy walk” (which you can see for yourself on this video) when I froze (as you will see me do time and time again in the same video). When one foot freezes, it’s a simple matter to get the unfrozen foot under you and center yourself, then start over. When both feet freeze and you’re legs are in full stride (not the shuffling side-by-side little footie steps I’ve been doing), then your base of balance is skewed. I tried freeing at least one of my feet and toppled over to my right, catching myself on the chair we have in front of our front room window.
Then I got up, assured Gail that I was fine, and finished my exercises.
I suppose I’ll have to tell my physical therapist about this when we see her this afternoon. When I first started doing this “big boy walk” stuff, it was clear that I was overextending my stride in an exaggerated “John Cleese in the Ministry of Funny Walks” sketch sort of way. With Gail’s advice, I shortened the stride to a more normal sort of walking step length. But still… the feet freeze, I get stuck, and today I fell while trying to unstick myself.
Maybe I should wear a football helmet when I do this stuff…