Lately, it hasn't been so bad though. i had been managing to stay on my feet and not walk into any furniture or drop anything...that is until about a week ago.
Friday night I was out at the local convenience store/deli/bar (yeah, wrap your mind around that one) and I stepped out onto the
I should have taken this as an omen of things to come. I should have but I didn't/
Tuesday, I decided that I was a lovely day to go out and ride my bike around the neighborhood. See, my parents neighborhood full of is rather large hills, so I could never really ride my bike to my friends houses. As such, I didn't learn how to decently ride a bike until my college roommate taught me. You know when people say something is "just like riding a bike"...I was the idiot that didn't apply to.
So, I'm out and about when suddenly I hear barking...a lot of barking.
I look to my right and there is a large, black dog coming at me. I had two options: 1)speed up and almost definitely cause myself severe harm or 2) hope that if I got up on the other curb he would stop chasing me and maybe I would escape unscathed.
The funny thing about 2 is that it does not take into account the likely possibility that you will fall off the bike while trying to ditch it to aid in your distancing.
That's right my friends...My klutzy ass fell off my bike and cut up my knee because I was being chased by a dog that got through the electric fence.
...I think this means that I am officially 12.