You know, that hidden talent. The one thing you excel at, something you do better than anyone else. For me, I have a special talent that I can do better than anyone I know or possibly in the world. Sound a bit arrogant, I don’t mean to, I’m just pretty sure no one else can do this as well as me. I was getting a bit worried that I had lost my special talent, because it has been a long dry spell.
I have walking route I take almost every day with the dogs. It is a mile circuit with a narrow steep trail at one end and a long winding road at the other end. If I choose to take the long winding road first I have to walk up the road which has a 15% grade and three switch backs. By the second switch back I usually regret my decision, even though I know it’s good for me. Then I take the narrow trail down to the slick wooden steps hoping that the dogs don’t pull me off my feet.
If I choose the trail at the beginning, I have to climb the flight of steep wooden steps up the hill. It is steeper than the road but shorter. I always feel like a heart attack is one short breath away. Also good for me to get the workout, but I’m not so fond of the reminder that I need to work out harder. Then when I come to the long winding road which now a downhill 15% grade is easier for me, but I feel like I’m cheating a bit.
Yesterday, I chose to take the trail up and the road down, the dogs were cooperating walking sedately. I marveled at the fact that I didn’t have the usual stabbing pain in my chest as I walked up the path, thinking maybe I’m getting back in shape. We walked across the parking lot of the apartment complex and headed down the road. We had passed the second switch back when my left foot hit a slick spot on the road and I went down hard. My right knee slammed against the pavement, eliciting a few choice words. Both dogs stopped and waited patiently for me to get back up on my feet. They are used to me falling down for no apparent reason. The biggest embarrassment was that a car drove by just as I went down.
I waited until I got back home before looking at my knee, which I’m now sporting a nice bruise and an abrasion that spans across my knee. Yep I still got it. I can fall down better than anyone else I know.
It’s good to know that I excel at one thing.
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Excellent! Nice turnaround at the end, highlighting the humor with surprise!
Are you certain the dogs aren’t stopping to chuckle, doggy-style?
BTW, either direction is the right way to work out; alternating the two is best…. Gives a different workout each way….
gigoid, the dubious
Yeah a heart attack at either end what more could I ask for? If we can get in 2 walks I will do the opposite of what I did earlier. I love the torture. 🙂
Oh dear! Well it’s good you gave yourself that present, since it is your ‘gift!’ Hahaha!
We all have our gifts
My human can dribble spaghetti sauce on his shirt more completely than any other human being, so he has something in common with you – an unusual talent! Merry Christmas —
We do strive to be the best at something.
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SHE REALLY DOES!!!!
I tripped and fell (on a curb) while walking my dog, and she sort of stared at me like “what the heck are you doing down here?”, and I’m like ” hey, don’t trip me”
I know exactly what you’re talking about. My dogs constantly have these pained looks on their faces. Just like teenagers have when you’re with them and their friends show up. I think they conspire together to make me look bad.