stephanieNY

Yesterday I took my second spill in a week. My right leg is yelping for mercy at this point. Last week I bit it outside of a restaurant in Moscow, when I stepped on a precarious depression in the middle of the sidewalk. My ankle twisted under pressure and I landed sitting upright on my right foot, with left leg straight out in front of me, and both arms stretched out to each side for balance. It was like a curtsey gone wrong. It felt pretty controlled and I'd like to think it looked relatively graceful. On the contrary, yesterday's spill was a hot mess. I slipped on the marble staircase in my apartment building while shlepping three+ bags to school. In slow motion, the handrail slipped from my grasp in three separate attempts before I finally grabbed on half-way down. I landed in a similar position (right leg folded under me) but this time, the edge of the marble tread slammed into my knee cap. Ouch! This one left an egg, well more like an almond or some other medium-sized nut. But still, it hurts.

Mercy.