I've been walking with some of my co-workers for a couple of weeks now. It's been fun. Yesterday as we were heading out, one of my coworkers mentioned that she was known as "The Pusher" in some circles because people often fall down in her presence. We all laughed and I think I may have said "I ain't scared of you!" which it turns out was a challenge to the universe.
On the way back I was walking right behind "The Pusher" when I got that feeling - the one when you realize you're gonna fall. I've had that feeling before and I've thought, maybe if I run a bit I'll catch up to myself... so I've sprinted, flailed my arms about as I yelled out something like "whooooooaaaaaaa" and then I crashed into whatever was in front of me. In the past I've run straight into a wall, and a garden planter (that was the time a ghost pushed me, but more on that another time) but yesterday I had lots of room to run.
I got this.
You know what? I didn't have it. At the time that me and the pavement met unexpectedly all my co-workers were all turned to see it all go down, so no saving face there. Turned out there was no saving face in reality either. I don't know what my limbs were doing at the time of the incident, but breaking my fall didn't seem to be on their agenda. So my forehead spoke up instead.
I got this.
Yep, you got this all right little buddy, and a nice big gash to show for it.
I headed into work with great braveness and when I sat down at my PC I saw that it died in the night. Diagnosis - bad hard drive. I took the Universe's hint and headed home.