As soon as we arrived to the house at Hilton Head I took a small load of stuff into the house and walked around to see where we would be staying for the week. It's a really nice house. I went outside to help unload the car. The rain had stopped just as we were pulling in to Palmetto Dunes. I made it down the first step and then my feet slipped out from under me and down I went. I ended up hitting my back right on the edge of the last step. The Pam rushed to my side and tried to help. I kept screaming "LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" It hurt way to bad to be touched. I stayed there at the bottom of the steps for a solid 10 minutes while everyone else unloaded the car and tried to hide how much they were worrying about me. After my outburst people were steering clear. Eventually they helped me up and put me on the couch with an ice pack. I spent the rest of the day moving slowly and avoiding steps (my nemesis). I think this has killed any hope of working out while I'm at the beach. Hopefully it won't cut into my tanning time.
PS. I took a picture so you could see the scrape and swelling but then decided I wasn't ok sharing my back fat with the world.