No-one to blame but me

I think it's safe to say that the Boston Red Sox win the award in the "Most Overblown Hype" category, and they should enjoy it because it's the only award they're likely to win this season. I have great hope for them—in 2012.
But if you want to talk about epic stumbles, I've got one for you. I was nearing the end of my run Sunday morning when I tripped. I pitched forward, legs flailing wildly for a second, before crashing onto the sidewalk, skinning both my knees. But somehow, amazingly, the pavement didn't break my momentum. I continued to catapult forward, crashing into an electrical substation.
The contact I made with that substation was almost as if I was a defensive linesman in the NFL. I totally body slammed it (thank God I'm only 160 pounds). So in addition to my scraped and bloody knees, I now had cuts and abrasions on my lower neck.
I was totally winded, the shock of the collision made a real impact on my body (my arm, shoulder and leg muscles are still sore), and I limped for two days. Of course, it could have been much worse—I've had similar spills in the past and always got right back up—but it was terrifying and painful all the same.
Now here's what I did not do: I didn't look around for anyone or anything to blame. I inspected the sidewalk out of curiosity, not a desire to sue the council. I didn't make a show of it by continuing to lie on the pavement, hollering in pain and playing the victim. What I did do: I kept my mouth shut (apart from shouting "OH!" when I hit the substation), limped home as gracefully as I could manage and licked my wounds. Well, not literally, but you get the point.
I blame myself for the pain and humiliation I suffered. I had begun to tire and my feet were dragging a little. I was only a few blocks from home, so I should have ended the run a minute earlier and just walked the rest of the way. And in that manner of the exhausted runner, I had my head held high, and wasn't surveying the ground in front of me.
If I walked across a wet floor after having seen several "CAUTION" cones and the slick tiles and I fall right on my derrière, should I sue the company? The building's owners? The cleaners? Or would I look in the mirror and point at my reflection? How many people today would choose the last option?
It'd be much better for society if people would do as I did and blame themselves for their own foolishness.