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Thursday October 9th, approx 6:18 am.
I was running (er.. jogging) on the return home leg of my morning 6km run (er... jog) listiening to Focus on my mp3 player (yes I'm a '70's prog rock freak) and I am tracking my approach to one of those yellow nylon straps that bind boxes of photocopier paper, which is lying on the side of the road near the curb.
Stupidly, I run (uhh.. jog) over top of it. I must have timed my rear foot pass over the loop of nylon as my front foot was still on it (stupido) which caused me to pitch forward in such a manner as if both of my shoe laces were suddenly tied together.
Luckily I managed to break my fall onto the asphalt with the palms of both hands, my right forearm and my right hip.
If I was elderly, I'm sure I would have broken said hip.
I came down so fast that I actually heard the impact through the strains of Hokus Pokus (remember Focus? ya the yodelling song. it's loud).
Over the weekend, I was wondering why my right hip was tender. Then it all came crashing back to me.
What an old goof I am.
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