Last night, I bypassed a short run in order to go for a walk with my husband and dog (my husband hardly ever wants to go for a walk, so I have to take advantage when I can). We were walking along, having a perfectly nice debate about what color to paint the kitchen, when BAM! I was on the ground.
I slid in some clay-like mud and my feet went out from under me and I was on my butt in the grass (Scooter hovered above me to see if I was alright -- he also took advantage of me at that level to lick me on the mouth). My husband just stood there looking at me with an expression that was both surprised and not-surprised rolled into one.
What can I say? I guess I don't have to be running to fall victim to gravity.