After recently recovering from my injuries sustained while kicking tail at the three-legged race with Brent during the Hathalympics, I have beat myself up these last few days.
I hiked 12 miles in my new Chacos and added some serious blisters to the huge ones I already had from breaking in my new running shoes.
I beat my hand up the other day demonstrating how I play Wii. (I was not acutally playing Wii; just showing how I play Wii.)
The AC in my classroom broke and I sliced my hand open while moving some file cabinets from the flood that ensued from the broken AC.
The best yet, though, is that I busted on my run earlier this week. I went back to 5am runs since it's so freakin' hot in the afternoons now. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and wiped out. Probably looked pretty funny, but thankfully no one else in my neighborhood is awake at 5am. Tahoe was pretty startled, I knocked the breath out of me, and have a few minor scraps and bruises. The part that makes me feel really old is that today I am sore all over - abs, back, arm muscles.
With 28 looming right around the corner, I better start taking better care of myself. I think a hip replacement is highly possible.
2 comments:
good grief. you really are beat up from the feet up. ouch!
hathalympics? you not only become more broken with age but also more interesting... you will have to update me on both the term and the events :) and fight that hip replacement!
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