where i get brought back down to earth

over the past six months, three different strangers have told me that i look like elisabeth shue. now, whether it's the recent elisabeth or the old elisabeth, i don't really care. and while i'm sure these strangers were blind or at the very least extremely visually impaired, i still love it. how can you go wrong with elisabeth shue?

this morning though i was feeling very un-elisabeth-like though. it was around 9am and i was jogging around the neighborhood as i have done hundreds of times. though this particular day i somehow got distracted by my ipod, looked down, tripped on some uneven concrete, and fell flat on my face. yup, it was quite a spectacle. you know how when you trip and fall, the first pain you feel is in your mind? like i fell and immediately all i could think of is what an ass i looked like. of course, as usually happens in these situations, a young woman was coming out of her house at the same time i fell, along with the gardener down the sidewalk doing work. in my mortification, i just jumped up and laughed and said i was fine as they stared at me with their mouth's agape. it was about 20 yards away when i began to feel the real pain. both knees were now skin-less as was my left elbow. then of course some sand and rocks tore up my palms pretty good. the best part, and i know you'll all love this, is that, when i fell, my forehead went straight into a wrought iron gate. yup, that's right. so now i have a purple raised bump on my forehead. i only wish i could have had this accident the day before my wedding.

so, this morning i didn't resemble karate kid's soccer allstar elisabeth shue much. i think God was trying to tell me that. or else he was telling me never to run again. i'm not sure....