Oooops I did IT (and by IT I mean tripping in the woods and completely obliterating my knees) again.
Though this time was mildly amusing as opposed to the last time which was nauseatingly painful for days. Today I was walking along when I suddenly I had the sensation that my shoe laces had been tied together. I fell flat on my face. When I tried to move to get up I discovered my feet were somehow attached to each other. I asked my friend to separate my boots, but she couldn't quite hear me since I was face down in the snow with a hood over my head. Luckily, this guy I call squeaky pete, (it's a pretty literal nick name) was walking 5 feet in front of us and he came over and discovered that one of the oval metal circles which bind the chains and spikes to the rubber which keeps it all on my boots had snagged onto the next boot. He managed to un-snag my boot without breaking my ankle or requiring me to remove my boots and for that I was thankful. I had this fantasy that this fall on the knees might serve to slide my still painful right knee cap back into it's dysfunctional but not painful place and that I would be instantly healed. That is until this evening when frustrated by the ineffectiveness of OTC pain relievers I pulled my pants up to reveal two lumps of swollen beyond looking like knees knees. God dammit. Here I go again.
I think going to the Y this afternoon and doing 22 minutes on the expresso bike followed by an hour of qigong might have been a mistake (ya think?)
But you know, I have an expresso bike story, so at least there is that, right? You know I am totally obsessed with beating the pacer. I've been doing a 7.4 mile course and beating the pacer by just under 2 minutes. Pretty good right? Today I knew I would have to choose a shorter course so I wouldn't be late for qigong, so I ran into the locker room to toss my coat in a locker and I saw the most disgusting item ever. Sitting on the shallow ledge in front of the mirror was hairbrush that looks pretty much what I imagine a hair brush looks like after brushing a mange infected yellow muppet labradoodle. It was piled high with a strange color yellow hair. I looked around and did not see anyone with post it yellow hair in the locker room so I tried to stroll over nonchalantly to grab a photo. Once I got my shot I turned to see an older woman totally catching me in the act. She smiled and gestured towards the diseased looking brush.. I whispered I know right? Gross! and then she waved her arms around in a big gesture like who would leave this tremendous sick mess here and I said something about someone possibly needing to see a doctor and feeling better about my own messiness and then we both laughed. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a third woman laughing and I turn to face her, and for a moment she and I are laughing exactly the same with our heads thrown back and I realize I am laughing along with myself in the mirror. Then I wave goodbye to my new friend the like minded older lady and I dash to the expresso bike still laughing to myself because now, apparently, I am my own new friend and I hop on the bike and set it for a shorter course (6.8 miles- but didn't have time to finish it) due to lack of time and begin as fast I can. 22 minutes later I was 5 minutes ahead of the pacer. Laughter makes me stronger!! Yeah baby.