Flat on my face

When I was in high school, we lived right next to a catholic school that had a great track. My friend K and I used to go over and run. One day, the school had left the hurdles up. I thought "this can't be that hard, " tried to hurdle and proceeded to fall flat on my face. I got up and thought "I almost made it," tried again and proceeded to fall flat on my face. Now I was irritated at myself. Really! It can't be that hard. But apparently it was. The third time I tried, not only did I fall flat on my face, but I also sprained my ankle.

That is how I feel today. Try, fall, get up, try again, fall, get up, try again, fall, get up.

And it's only 9 a.m.