It wasn't graceful, it wasn't pretty, but it was picture worthy, that much I will admit.  

Never, never run while looking over your shoulder.  The running is graceful, with long hair streaming in the wind, delighted laughter tossed over the shoulder, yes, that is graceful.  The buckle in the concrete, however, lacks grace... Rather it stands silent in a predatory countenance.  Indeed it does.  As it seized my foot, I realized THAT in a split second.  Damn concrete.

I flew through the air or so I was told by witnesses.  Supergirl without her costume.  I landed in a violent heap some 5 feet from where the concrete and I had became acquainted.   I recall the pain as I landed.  The breathless agony as I let my knee catch the momentum of the fall.  I felt a ripping sensation, as a white flash of pain exploded behind my eyes, and then I was blissfully unaware.

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by friends, and oddly enough an office supply delivery man.  Where did he come from?  I didn't question as I soon become grateful for his help.  My friends were frightened I was hurt more than I was.  Was something broken, was it okay to move me?  My eyes connected first with the delivery man.  He was knelt over my prone form, and I remember his voice full of concern, "Sweetie, are you with me here?  Are you okay?" 

I started to move each muscle group, testing, flexing, relieved as each one passed muster, until I tried to move my left leg.  OUCH.  More like this:  *$&#(@!!!**

As everyone heard that string of profanity, there was a collective sigh of relief.  After all, Charli would not curse so creatively if she were near death. 

The delivery man picked me up, and bless his soul, carried me across the street to a waiting vehicle, and then followed us to the Hospital where I was deemed fit and hearty with the exception of one badly torn ligament in my left knee, and minor scrapes and bruises.

Crutches and I have become very good friends, as have muscle relaxers and pain relievers.  I am being waited on hand and foot, and tonight my Sister is bringing Chinese food over for me to inhale.  All the wontons I can eat. 

I'm thinking of inviting the delivery man, hmmm.....