I fell down in the street yesterday, getting out of a cab. Lots of bags piled up…. miss-stepped or some thing and this dramatic fall and roll in the street. Hilary horrified… doorman rushing up. But here’s the nice thing: I was just fine…unfazed in fact. I saw it coming, realized I couldn’t catch myself… landed on a bag on my hip and rolled (dramatically) to minimize the impact.
The moral: stay in decent shape, damn you! and those inevitable falls will not matter. Was in the gym early this morning… no pain, no nothing. Good for me! And for you, if you do this dreary stuff!