I did just that last year. Fell on my face - really, ON my face - while walking the track at the local high school. One more lap to go to reach my 2 1/2 miles goal and I trip over a hose. It hadn't just been put there. I'd seen and stepped over the thing the first 10 laps. Blame it on a really good passage in the book I was reading, a Peter James' murder mysteries.
I drive home - I have less than an hour to clean up and open my store at 10:00 - look in the mirror and laugh. What else could I do? Black bruises around my eyes, nose, forehead and chin scraped, abrasions pitted my cheeks. My face looked like it went a round with a stucco wall.
RC (man-of-the-house but not the boss) says, "we need to get you to the hospital." My daughter agrees. I decline and do my own patchwork. Should have put in a stitch or two instead of using a steri-strip on one deeper cut, but, nah, if it leaves a scar, big deal. It'll add character to this face.
Have I stopped reading while walking? Nope. Life lesson from breaking my face on the track?
Pick up my feet and hold the book off to one side. That way I have a better view of the road and objects laying in wait to trip me up.