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So there I was on Friday night walking with clients after finishing a tapas tour and suddenly – whump! – I was face down on the pavement. I had tripped over a small curb (which shouldn’t have been there!) and my palms and my right knee took the brunt of the fall. After taking a moment to check pain levels it seemed like nothing was too seriously damaged and so I gingerly got up. I could walk okay but the area just below my knee was very badly bruised.
Next day I took it easy and by yesterday I barely noticed my knee at all during my day trip to Sanlúcar de Barrameda (more on that mañana). Then today I went to the gym and all was fine until I went to do a bit of stretching on the mat. Without thinking I got down on hands and… knees! … and YIKES!! Now my poor knee is more hurty than ever.
Anyhow, the thing that stuck in my mind after the fall was how embarrassed I felt. I mean, it was clearly an accident, nothing that was my fault or anything to feel embarrassed about. But it seems this is a common reaction to falling down. I wonder why.

After what was probably one of the best Christmases ever, by the time my birthday was over and done with I’d had quite enough of holidays and celebrating… I’d also put on 1.5 kilos of the 5 I lost in September! So it was back to the gym big time. I decided that what I needed was to jump start my metabolism and for the past almost two weeks have been going to the gym every day (except Sundays). Not really sure if it works that way, but an hour of sweating it out on The Bike and light weight-machine workout has to be doing some good. And 
