I found out why you shouldn't run around in the wings the hard way. Running through, on my way to the stage to test some stage pieces Friday before the show, I ran around the cart so I wouldn't trip over it. Unfortunately, they were testing the blackout right then, and I didn't see the bench next to the cart (painted black) and smacked right into it. Momentum, etc... I go flying, land and do the tuck and roll. As Q puts it (He was right behind me) "She was there, then there was hang time and then she was gone. I look over and there she is, rolling."
Add to that my graceful fall through the stairs on my way up to the catwalk and hitting my elbow on about every door, and I'm a mass of bruises. Could have gone as a beaten wife for Halloween, saved on finding a costume.