Face Plant of the Century

Face Plant of the Century

Have you ever face planted? Like not a face plant where you at least go down, knees first but a full-on plank fall? Well, let me tell you, yours truly achieved this feat Friday night.

Around 7 we got a call from our neighbors and friends just 3 doors down, inviting us over to play corn hole. Side question for my readers outside the U.S., do you have cornhole? It’s a ton of fun and I suck at it. Anyway, they have super cool cornhole boards as the hole lights up so you can play it in the dark. We love going to their house and always have lots of fun.

3 glasses of wine and 2 bug bites later, it was time to head home. I folded up my chair and packed up everything I had brought. I took two steps where I thought the sidewalk was and all would have been fine had there not been a child’s bike laying in my path. Being pitch black, I never saw it.

The Face Plant

Let’s talk about the face plant for a second. Have you unexpectedly injured yourself or been in an accident and the whole event is just so surreal? That was my face plant. Like, I just heard a boom, boom, boom and suddenly I was kissing the grass. I just laid there for a few seconds, assessing the situation. Nothing really hurt; shout out to wine for that. Since this was technically my first face plant, I wanted it to be a proper one. I felt it only appropriate to lay there for a few seconds, staring at the grace, appreciating the situation.

‘Oh my God, I just fell. Am I laying in the grass right now?’ I asked myself.

I started to giggle uncontrollably as I rolled over to look at my family and friends. Sometimes when something like this happens, all you can do is laugh. My sons stared at me disgusted, thinking it was the wine, not realizing it was actually a stupid bike that had been in my way.

Once my giggling subsided and I realized I couldn’t lay there all night I got up and brushed myself off.

“Yup, that’s going to leave a mark,” I said, brushing off the last few pieces of freshly mowed grass.

face plantAnd it did leave a mark, 3 to be exact. 1 on my left thigh and 2 on my right. I didn’t finish this post the day I started it and 6 days later, my bruises are finally beginning to fade. They got ridiculously dark and ugly this week. Here they are on day one. Very light compared to what they were 2 days ago.

Anyway, have you ever face planted? And if so, how did you handle it? Was only your pride hurt? I think everyone has to face plant at least once. I think it keeps you humble.





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