Faceplanting in China...CHECK! That's right, turns out my blog is a double entendre. Something I, and most people who know me, find ludicrous and humorous, is the fact that I am the Phy-Ed teacher at the school I work at in Beijing. I like to call myself the athletic director (AD for short, of course). Considering that I slid into the splits (accidentally) and broke my shoe on the first day should tell you something about the irony of this situation. In my past 24 years I also have accidentally bonked a kid in the head with a (PLASTIC!) baseball bat, whacked my 7th grade teacher in the head with a golf club, fallen off the back of a gator, gotten trapped in an inflatable obstacle course, and gotten my skort hung on a nail so that I was hanging 10 inches from the ground (granted this was in third grade) to name a few of my klutzy moments.Unfortunately, this one doesn't come with a great story. I'd love to say that I saved a child from one of the rogue buses. Or it would be great if I could say it was whilst defeating Mongols on the great wall...oh wait, wrong time period...but, alas, this faceplant was relatively mundane. It was a typical day in Beijing: I was walking and tripping (I trip approximately 6.2 times a day), but one trip went terribly wrong. Instead of tripping, flailing my arms around for a bit, and then steadying myself, I tripped, flailed my arms, realized I wasn't going to steady myself, dropped to my knees, flailed my arms a bit more, realized I was still going down, and then dropped to my face. However, we were on the move to make the last subway, so I got up, and continued hobbling toward the sub station. On they way my friends notified that my face was bleeding...that happens.
The scabs kind of made me look tough...they peeled off already and I was somewhat disappointed. Even this picture doesn't show the garish look of my lacerations during the first four days. Still, I'll just add to my campaign strategies for not coaching a sport back in America.
