We managed to hit the deck again this morning, while on a lovely walk in Portola Valley with Scott and Linda. Linda, largely recovered from her Achilles tendon surgery had power-walked on ahead of us.
Scott was trying out his cool new compact Canon as we made our way up Alpine road, on a trail that has some very pretty stretches. Paced by Scott, I knocked 5 minutes off my time of last week, and was moving along nicely, thank you.
That is, until, only a hundred yards or so from our destination at Mike’s Cafe, I somehow managed to crash into a muddy sticker patch at the side of trail. Scott very patiently stood by as I gathered my feet under me, offering helpful tugs and pulls, until I could get into a position to pull myself up on Scott’s arm.
Scott, of course, is recovering from rotator cuff surgery, so it was a case of the one-armed man trying to pull a one-legged guy off the ground – the YouTube video would have been comical. Linda came upon the scene just us as I struggled up, and asked, helpfully, what I had been looking for on the ground. Such wit, dear…truly, I am blessed…