I thought I was supposed to have outgrown the stage of falling forward and scraping my knee like a little kid. I guess I haven't, because now I'm sitting here with a 2 1/2 inch square bandage on my left knee. Very fashionable. I decided to go jogging after work. The jog was fine. It wasn't until I was ready to go home and about 15 feet from where I parked my car that I tripped over a stick. Spaz. Fabulous. I wish I could have seen it in slow-mo. I'm pretty sure I would have gotten a good laugh out of it.