Riding a bike into 60 mph gusts of wind: not so fun.
Riding a bike perpendicular to 60 mph gusts: also not fun, but with infinitely funnier results than the first.
In the last 48 hours, I fell down 3 times. Yes, three. Not just little stumbles, but butt on the ground, eating cement. Yesterday morning, while running to catch my bus, I tripped and could not catch my balance, due to the large bag of books and computer hanging on my shoulder. The bag fell .05 seconds before I did. We both landed in the middle-ish of the road, but I was a little closer to the curb due to the fact that I SKIDDED ACROSS ON MY STOMACH AND ELBOW. Yeah. That was fun.
Two hours later, I tripped going up the stairs, dropped everything I was holding, and landed on my elbow. Same elbow as before, of course.
Today's act of ultimate gracefulness was much less painful and much much funnier than the first two. Like I said, I was riding my bike. In heavy heavy wind. (Literally, we're having 60 mph gusts here. Crazy.) Word of advice: sideways to the wind? Not a good plan! Down I went. Lots of people around, too.
Now I am bruised and scraped all over. I feel like I'm seven again.
Here's to friends who don't laugh when you cry. And even more, here's to friends who don't laugh when you careen out of control, arms windmilling frantically, across the street, only to fall on your face and start crying in the middle of the road. And here's to balance. I wish I had some.