At lunchtime a group of guys from the office and I were going for some Indian food.
Due to a sidewalk closure on 1st Street SE we cut through the Telus building and exited on 5th Avenue SE.
There is a small plaza area in front of the building with a two-step staircase that goes around the whole thing.
I was leaning in to talk to my colleague Amin when I took a misstep and tumbled to the sidewalk.
There’s no thinking when you do these stunts. There’s no, “oh, I remember how to do this from watching some stunt guy on TV.” No, you fall. That sidewalk hurt. My round body absorbed the shock and I rolled. I don’t recall how many times, but in the end I came back up onto my feet.
Everyone asked me if I was okay. I sustained some scrapes and I will have a terrific bruise on my left leg tomorrow. Luckily, my noggin didn’t come in contact with the cement. My wristwatch, a recent birthday gift, was slightly damaged. However, it was my ego that probably took the greatest injury. At least I regained my composure quite quickly, and it was like nothing had happened, thank you very much.
“This, kids, is how we roll.”