I took my dog for a run along the Scarborough waterfront last week. I was sucking up the fresh air and enjoying the views. About 1km into it I noticed a man in a wheelchair struggling to go up a sidewalk, he was about to tip over and was only on one wheel. I was on guard. I was about 10 metres away and he had about 10 people with him but they didn't seem to be aware of the imminent accident. I started to run faster. My gait went askew and my dog got confused. She in turn changed her gait to run straight into my legs.
I started to tumble and correct and stumble and correct and this went on for about 10 metres until I landed hard on the road in front of all these people. NoT only was I bruised and battered with scratches and gouges on my palms, knees, shins but I managed to land in a big, dirty puddle of mud.
I got up as gracefully as I could managed and whipped them a quick smile and ran off. Once I got around the corner I started favouring my twisted knee. I brushed off the wet dirt and pebbles and left a streak of blood in it's place.
I did continue on to finish my run, but I was secretly hoping that anyone that saw me thought I was a real trouper.
I was blaming the dog but while I was looking for a photo of her to attach I realised I should have known better. There is overwhelming evidence that she is always underfoot and I should have taken that into consideration.
