You know how you get on your bike to take your kid to school and ride down the driveway and turn onto the sidewalk, but your husband has put the garbage out so the cans are in the way and you swerve, lose control, and ride straight into the cans and knock them over, then fall over into the spilled bags of kitchen garbage and dog crap collected from the back yard?
Yeah. Gonna be one of those days.
I haven’t even looked at my leg, where I feel a spectacular bruise forming.
Persie is fine. Mr. C asked about her, too. Good man. My shoulder hurts like a mother, though. Yin yoga today. And maybe some cookies until my hands stop shaking.
Keep me company, folks. Got any good wipeout stories?
ETA: the bruise that formed on my calf: