First the bleeding, then the scabs
It’s been a week since my nasty fall, and I’m still on the mend.
I went through a box of Band Aids. I winced every day as I pulled my pants on and off. I limped around the house and the office.
Now the question: How long until these ugly scabs disappear?
I look at my boo-boos and think: I look like I’m nine years old and just fell off my Schwinn.
Grown men aren’t supposed to have scabs on their knees.
In the meantime, I haven’t been running. Big shock there, huh?
Last weekend, I took several bike rides and long hikes.
This weekend, I was hoping to run the Knobstone Trail 5K or 10K, but that’s looking unlikely. I guess I could hike it, but it really won’t be the same.
Still, the T-shirt looks good.
Check back in another week. I might look my age by then.
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