At the time, I didn't notice the rock that stuck out of the ground and unfortunately, I tripped, scraping half my knee and elbows. I had always hated that rock because it probably started to ruin half my life.
Having hardly sustained any injuries in the ring -- just one broken thumb -- I seriously put my back out in 2009 when Itripped over a bandage hanging out of my bag.
By midafternoon, I was sweating all over and my pulse was racing, so I decided to rest on a long bench by the wall, but Itripped and fell before I could reach it.