Thursday, October 3, 2013
Yeah, I'm pretty hardcore.
So, as you can see, I'm a bit scratched up. And not from anything cool. I was walking through the alley to pick up my kindergartener at the park the other day, and my left ankle rolled. And all of the sudden, I was on the ground in the gravel, grunting in pain. It's weird. I never feel the falling part. I feel the "whoa, I'm suddenly on the ground and in pain" part. It happened so FAST.
So I limped to the bus stop and picked up my little man, then came home and doctored myself up.
Yesterday, I was getting ready for spinning class. I was putting on my spinning shoes, and I saw a girl eye my scrapes. I wondered if she mistakenly thought my scrapes were road rash from actual outdoor biking.
I rather fancied this idea - my injuries coming from being in a race and running into another racer or whatever. It made me feel athletic and really, really cool. So I let her think that I am this hard-core biker who sacrifices her body for the sport. I mean, she didn't ask. So I didn't tell.