I raced with destiny yesterday morning, and by that I mean I enjoyed a pleasant jog and the familiar humiliation of a face plant on a busy street.
I am destined to sport the skinned knees and elbows of a kindergartner well into my old age.
Following this particularly glorious fall, as I leapt back to my feet before either of the two construction vehicles that had slowed down at the sight of my sprawl could further my embarrassment by offering aid, I spotted a banana peel.
Somewhere up there in those vast heavens, someone is having a good guffaw at my expense. I thought about my father in-law and how much he enjoyed a good practical joke, and my dad and his goofy sense of humor and my grandma who never could understand why I ran, sometimes even in circles, just for exercise.
“Good one!” I said as I saluted the sky and I hoped there was a whole crew of people up there peeking through the clouds and enjoying a good belly laugh.
I picked up my loyal and now further chipped up phone and snapped a shot.
“Huh!”, I thought. “A banana peel. Who’d a thought?”
Then, I limp/laughed all the way home.
