Ouch

Well, they say that with age comes wisdom, but I'm getting older, and continue to set new standards in stupidity. My latest record-breaker being my decision to not look up while jogging this evening. One would assume that I would know it is a fairly good idea to look where you are going, whatever the speed. Instead, I was busily perusing the selections available on my iPod and thus did not notice the rapidly narrowing proximity of the back of a stop sign to my skull. This is even more egregious considering that I've jogged this path at least 2 times a week for the last month, which would normally indicate some familiarity with the placement of hazards.

My first reaction upon doing something stupid is, of course, to immediately check to see if someone saw me do it. Satisfied there were no witnesses, I calmly picked up the baseball cap, sunglasses, and headphones that had been dislodged by the impact, dusted myself off, and only then noted a few things:

1. Ow ow ow ow ow

2. A lump similar to the kind administered by Bugs Bunny after he serves you tea and asks if you want one lump or two was rapidly rising on my forehead, although no birds or stars appeared to be circling.

3. Ow ow ow ow ow

4. No blood? Good

5. I am a moron. But at least I can admit it.

As Albert Einstein said, "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the former." Maybe I should try a different exercise option. How about speed polka? The idiocy of that could be even more entertaining.