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So I'm on my way into the gym I workout at. I've got Quinn in my arms, his diaper bag and my gym bag over my shoulder. I step down from the curb and start to fall. I say start to fall because I swear it took me at least 5 minutes to finish falling. I feel myself falling, my ankle twisting a bit, and I think, oh god, I can't drop Quinn. So I pull him closer to me, causing a strange pain in my back. Finally, I hit the ground with one knee and then the other. And I still feel like I'm going to fall. I put my hands behind Quinn's head thinking I'll fall right onto him, but somehow manage to lean back so as not to continue falling. Ouch. And YES, someone did see She quickly asked if I was okay, "yeah" and if baby was okay, "yeah" and then got in her car. I slowly got up and noticed a pain in my ankle and knees. Ouch. The damage isn't that bad. I've got two scraped up knees, one worse then the other. I managed to go ahead and do the brief workout I had planned since I needed to take the car in this morning as well. I walked for a good 30 minutes with 15 of those minutes at a VERY steep incline. I don't care what people say you can get a good workout in a short time, you just have to push yourself. My knee didn't hurt to bad while I was walking...it hurts more after just sitting and doing nothing.
And just a few weeks ago at work I kept telling someone she shouldn't wear heels all the time, because she fell that morning carrying too much stuff at once. But she was wearing tall heels and therefore the fall made sense to me. I was wearing gym shoes. I should not have fallen. I suppose it doesn't matter what shoes you're wearing - everybody falls at one point or another.