Smooth moves

In high school I acquired the nickname 'ox'.  Generally I think of a ox as a beast of burden, an animal capable of pushing though most anything carrying a heavy load.  However, I would be lying if I didn't tell you why I think I really got called this, I think it had something to do with my ability to fall down and/or run into things.  How this relates to an ox I am not entirely sure, but I do know in high school I had a knack for klutziness. 

Fast forward 10+ years.  I feel confident saying that my post high school years brought with it significantly less crashes.  Don't get me wrong, I still would bite it (hard) at times, but the general klutz in me was better. 

As I mentioned before I have started running with the Oly trail runners on Thursday's.  They meet for an easy 45 minute jaunt though the local park in town and go to the Fishbowl afterwards for some beer and stories.    Since I started trail running about a year ago I have taken 2 spills, both during these group runs.  Today as I was headed down some slick wooden stairs my feet flew out from under me and I hit the ground, hard.  Thankfully I didn't take out the woman in front of me, but I did managed to kick her on my way down - sorry Kris! 

My posterior took the brunt of this fall...