Today I decided to go for a bit of a hike pretty much by myself. I was in a popular country park. Nothing bad could happen, right?
Wrong.

Coming to a drop about 10 to 15 feet with a small river below, I decided that I would rather just walk across the log that spanned instead of taking the long route.

About a quarter of the way across the log I felt my feet slipping. Realising that I was going to have a hard fall I split my legs in the hop of just hurting my... eh... self but not my head.
Unfortunately, I managed to hurt my...self... and then slide around the log to fall headfirst on a rock about 10 feet below.
I then flipped heels over head and landed in the river.

When I managed to get out my head hurt and I had a lump the size of an egg right at the back of my skull.
But worse than that, my back REALLY hurt.

So, deciding that I was very stupid and ver, very, very lucky, I headed to the hospital.

I don't have concussion and after X-rays they are sure that the only damage to my back is a pulled muscle.
So it's rest and no Muay Thai or working out for a few weeks.


Lesson learned. Some risks are just not worth taking.


Luckily my new tweed kilt survived the fall in better shape than I did and I came home to my shiny new copy of The art of kiltmaking. (Thanks to the Scottish Tartans Museum.)
So I can rest in bed and learn how to make a kilt.


At least I didn't break my neck.