Yesterday morning, before work, I walked over ice...
To work with Beautiful Girl.
And, I had not a single problem.
But last night, returning from work after dark, I stepped out of my 4-Runner onto ice and slipped.
The lights of the house were off. I had my hands full of mail. The dogs were greeting me..from the distance of the grass (should have alerted me), and there was this clear path of ice from the house spigot, where the sun had been melting snow off our roof all day, that had frozen into crystal clear ice right where I park.
In that instant--all my well planned goals for the year--183 days of training, riding Bee on the trails, staying out of the hospital--almost came to an end.
But they didn't.
Somehow, I was able to maneuver my body, even at that incredibly fast fall, to land in such a way that I hit my tailbone, then my elbow, and lastly, the back of my head. None of the three points had lasting damage. My tailbone is the most sore. My elbow was cut and bleeding through my white shirt. But, luckily, my head was sore, but not bleeding or swollen.
I was thankful!! I was happy!! I was shocked!! I was happy to be a horsewoman, because I think that life has made me better equipped for such falls.
But after all that, I was MAD as HELL. I was mad, and still am a little mad, that I had come so close to a serious injury that could have changed my life--if it didn't kill me. I was even mad that it happened getting out of my car, rather than getting on my horse--which made it feel even more POINTLESS!
It was all in an instant. A flash. Even in that instant--that flash--my mind was amazed at how fast it was unraveling--how utterly out of control I was.
Please be careful.
Sometimes we don't get as lucky as I did last night.
(For the record, I wasn't wearing my Sorrels. And, I'm feeling good enough today to head out and work with Bee again.)