…is my new nickname. For some reason, yesterday I decided that after three years’ absence from rollerblading, it was time to get back into it. My location of choice? The nearby land reservation with a paved (but ridiculously hilly) path surrounded by heavy brush. Luckily, I convinced Brian to come along and run beside me. I was feeling pretty good until I got to the first big downhill and just got going too fast and lost control. – sliding about 15 feet down the hill on my knees, elbow and bum.
Luckily, there are no broken bones or serious injuries – but I’m covered in really nasty road rash. Both knees, my right elbow, and perhaps worst of all, my left thigh right below my butt are really scraped. Let me tell you – it sucked walking barefoot the one mile back to the car while trying not to cry and passing other people enjoying the trail (on foot, like sane people).
I have not lost my sense of humor, though, and am lucky enough to have Brian around to buy Walgreen’s out of their first aid supplies and to hold my hand when we spray anti-bacterial spray on my rear. Haha. :) Honestly, yesterday I was super sore but I’m already feeling better today and I think that my scrapes have even started to heal already!
Needless to say, yesterday was not focused on food. I was pretty nauseous and lightheaded all day but, Brian did make me some pizza and go and get me some froyo which was awesome.
This morning, he even made me oats – something he has heretofore been afraid to make lest he not meet the bar I have unintentionally set. They came out deliciously! He added the cinnamon and nutmeg right to the milk and water before even adding the oats. I think it made a huge difference. He also added nanner and raisins. Of course, I topped my bowl off with some peanut butter. Yum.
Now, I’m going to attempt putting some real clothes on and we’re going to get out of the house in search of some lunch. I hope you guys are all enjoying the weekend in one piece!! :)