Baby, she's got it

I came across a great new blog the other day, Healthy Tipping Point.  One particular post was about embarrassing moments at the gym, but I wasn't interested enough to actually read.  So as luck would have it, as I worked out, I walked head first into the tricep pulldown grip.  Luckily, the weight room was almost empty, but I quickly ran upstairs to the room with less accident prone equipment, aka, fit balls and mats.  Now I have a knot on my forehead.  I must have a thing.  Earlier this summer,  running the bleachers at Red Rocks (alone), I stepped on a rock, turned my ankle, and made a not so graceful fall.  This happened just moments after thinking I really would be a damsel in distress if something were to happen...
Which reminds me of my busted knee after a slip at Sanitas and another turned ankle from misjudging where the sidewalk ended, the latter being a most common occurrence...

Ahem.    But I do okay on stairs...