October 6th, 2011. A few days before my first 5k race. I was carrying a bunch of stuff to my wife’s car so that she could take it to girl guides with her. I hit the top step of our back stairs and fell the entire seven steps down to the concrete below. I landed on my hip, my leg, my shoulder, my elbow, my rib and my head. It hurt. A lot.
Fast forward a little over two years. November 4, 2013. I was meeting with a client at their home. While leaving, I hit the top step and fell the entire five steps, landing on concrete below. I landed on my hip, destroyed my elbow, kinked my neck, broke my watch and generally destroyed my body. It hurt. Even more than before.
Am I irregularly unlucky. No. I’m stupid and I don’t learn. There are a couple pieces of information that I left out of the above stories. First, it was raining. Second, I was wearing those stupid Crocs. For those of you have fashion sense and don’t choose footwear based on how easy it is to slip them on, let me tell you about Crocs. Crocs are pieces of slippery rubber that you slide on to your shoes if you want to look foolish. Oh, did I mention I wear socks with them? Yes. I’m that guy.
In any case, I’ve slipped and slid in those things a million times. I’ve slid across the street (Hint: Crosswalk paint has surprisingly little traction when wet) and I’ve fallen down the stairs not once, not twice but three times. I see this all the time with clients. The definition of crazy is the repetition of an action while expecting different results. Actually, I don’t think that’s really the definition nor do I think there is an actual definition. But the point is this If X doesn’t work, stop doing X over and over again. Try something new. In my case, try real shoes.