Racing along...

Life's never ending race keeps popping up hurdles for me to practice on... and mostly, I seem to leap over each one full force without slowing down.
Sometimes, I knock one or two over, as my momentum seems to wan a bit, but then I clear a few more that seem simpler.
Sometimes, a hurdle stops me in my tracks for a moment, and knocks me down.
As I lay on the ground, I assess the damage.
Examining the scraped up hands and knees, and face full of dirt...
I wipe away the tears that sting my eyes, and stain my face.
After a few deep breaths, I realize that I'm ok and can get back into the race.
I pick myself up off the ground and gingerly take a few steps.
Shaky, but standing.
I'm Ok.