Your body is moving too fast for your feet and you topple down. After being in the stroller all day, your legs need stretch and space, and you're not going to let your slow feet slow you. You fall, you get back up, and you run again.
The first time I submitted a story for publication I didn't even receive a response. The second time, I received a rejection, a generic one. Discouraged, I decided I wasn't going to submit anymore. This story is one of the best things I have ever written, and it's still not good enough.
Two and a half years later and the third time I submitted it, I received a warm, heartfelt e-mail of publication hours after I sent it. We don't all fall the same ways. Maybe our hands get dirty, maybe they don't. But regardless of whether it's a rejection slip or declined job or sand deep in the palm of our hands, all that matters is that we get up again.
Once upon a time there was a man who fell, and got back up. He had help, bearing His load. But He still died for our sins, so that we could get back up again. How can we not pick ourselves up again, when He did?