There probably won't be a bunch of workout-related blogging here for the next couple of weeks: I was riding my bike to school today and I made a full stop at the 4-way stop near my house. "Wow," I remember thinking, "aren't I a nice bicyclist? Bikers don't ever come to a full stop." I let two north-south cars go, then I took my turn. Trouble was, a car didn't think it was my turn and hit me. "Hey, you're hitting me with your car," I remember yelling on the way down. "I can't believe you hit me with your car!"
Then, as I was lying there in the middle of the intersection and hoping that the driver would stop before she rolled over me, I was thinking, "Shit! If I'm injured this is going to mess up my workouts. I went to stand up, and sure enough, I wasn't all that into putting weight on my right knee.
But I'm in great spirits because, damn!, I could have really really been hurt. A freaking car hit me! I went to the hospital and they x-rayed my knee. It isn't broken--I probably damaged or tore the ligament, but I've dealt with that injury before--on the other knee. Plus the delightful road rash in the photo.
I think I'm going to take this opportunity to just spend the next few days lounging around on the couch, getting caught up on my reading for class, and thinking of the day that me and my kettlebell can be reunited.