Last night I achieved one of my all time preteen goals. So the 11 year old me can rest easy, the triumvirate is mine – I have indeed french kissed a boy, gotten my period and the final jewel in the crown? I have done a split. All of those afternoons of practicing gymnastics with the Santangelo girls from down the street (they actually had a gymnastics mat!) have finally paid off.
Yes, last night at midnight I decided that my front walk could use one final clean sweep of snow from the day’s storm. “Just get that done before you go to bed and that way it won’t be icy”, I thought.
My dears, it was already icy. There I was with my left leg sliding out in front and away from the rest of me. I couldn’t stop it. I was like Nadia Comaneci minus the pony tail and the grace and the supple teenage body.
It hurts! Luckily I can walk and get up and down the stairs, but certain things are making me wince. Like sitting in this chair. Hope my knitting chair will be okay.