The other day i was working out with Reggie, my personal trainer who’s really good with me and understands that i need extra help to get from here to there, most times. He let me go for a brief second to go put away some weights and i felt myself starting to topple over. A few loud noises/half screams and he was right there at my side, even though it turned out to be a false alarm and i was able to “catch” myself.
Nite before last, I said to G, as i was making my way up the 1st flight of stairs, “good thing we live in this house”…she didn’t understand because of course at the time i was actually making my way up the 1001 steps that we have. I explained…the house in which we lived prior also had steps of course, but it’s the steps leading up to the house that would have been a bitch for me. There were only about 6 and they were wide BUT there was no railing AND it was flanked by those prickly shrubs ON BOTH SIDES. I have a vision in my head of falling off those steps and into the bush – the picker bush – ACK!!! (it actually makes me feel a lil ill)