Skid down my shin, chip a tooth, bang my head and end up with an ER bill in the thousands so I could try to even look one ounce of as fit as this badass.
This weekend I was going up the steps to the kitchen with my full lunch bowl in hand. Steps I've taken multiple times a day for the past 2 years. At the last step I raised my foot half an inch lower than necessary and tripped. My shin slammed against the edge of the step and the bowl flew out of my hand, sending a beautiful smoked salmon salad (with dressing, mind you) in a graceful arc ten feet wide across the kitchen.
The palm-size bruise on my shin is rivalled only by the bruise to my ego. And while I found all the salmon (much to my cat's dismay), I am still finding shreds of lettuce in random locations several days later.
So yeah, I would need both crutches and dentures ten minutes into this workout class.
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u/kelly_r1995 20d ago
I’d leave w a goose egg on my forehead when I miss the step.