Journey to the center of the... mountain?

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This morning my sister and I planned to go to this cavern. We were warned it was 1.25 miles in and out and 205 stairs. Could I do it, well, I thought so. At least I thought so until I took a tumble. Didn't see that last step. I went down, not hard, but scrapped up one knee. Not bleeding... but definitely skinned. A couple of the other people helped me get up. My sister asked if I wanted to go back. No, but mostly because I was pretty sure I couldn't go up those stairs right then. We walked on and my knees felt like rubber. My sister asked if I wanted to go back again, but when the guide stopped to talk, I found a nice rock to sit on. When we went on, my knees weren't rubber any more. I knew I hadn't hurt anything badly, I know bad, this felt like a scrap. A kind of burning sort of pain and I wasn't running blood. We went on and got to an intersection. One way went down to the 'drapery room' that some people went down to. The other section was going to be lead. But there was a bench. I didn't do either option, I sat on the bench and tried to get a better look at my leg. And rest, mostly to rest. Finally we headed back to the entrance, but just beyond it was another part of the tour. And wheelchair. I don't know why the wheelchair was there, but I was going to sit on it. I saw the 3rd tour group come down the stairs to the outside and I rested. Finally two families with babies from our tour group came out and headed up the stairs. I let them go and decided to get a head start on those 85 steps out of the cave. I got up the first lot, then there was a flattish area, I found another 'nice' rock to sit on. Not as nice as that first rock, but... not bad. Or, as I told my sister, it wasn't as uncomfortable as Dungaree's saddle, but not by much. I let the rest of the tour group go past so I wouldn't slow them down, and I had more time to rest. Once it was just my sister and myself, and still in sight of the last of the group, we headed up again. I'm going to say that I had my head over the top of the stairs when I could tell I was running out of steam, those last 6 steps were about the hardest, but I could see a bench at the top. My sister and I rested there for about 10 minutes before we went up the ramps to the last 4 steps into the gift shop. I had seen some stuff I might've liked, but not enough to walk around when I had found another nice bench to sit on and drink the sugared soda I had bought. I've got to say, I could tell my blood sugar was a bit low after the fall. However, I will say that when my mom was 67 she took a fall and ended up with a really bad sprained ankle. The New Orleans EMS took her to the nearest hospital, the one the bar had a deal with, I guess. At least EMS didn't have to come and pick me up and I'm 2 years older! Have you ever been in a cave? This wasn't my first caverns, but it might be my last... Did you like it/them? Ever have an accident in one?