I am the klutziest klutz on the planet. My toes have met every coffee table and chair in their paths. I also constantly turn corners too quickly and bump into walls subsequently yelling, “Who put that wall there?” Almost every day I look down and discover some new bruise and have no idea how or when I got it. All this to say, I injure myself on a daily basis and I’m only thirty-one. I am scared for myself and my well-being when my bones, muscles, ligaments and tendons aren’t in their peak, youthful capacity. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need a hip replacement by the age of 45 just because I fell getting out of my car or did something else dumb like that. Ugh.