Ouch.

I guess it had to happen sometime. I fell off my bike yesterday coming home from work. Moving from road to sidewalk, my wheel went into a groove and I pitched onto the sidewalk. I scraped up my wrists and bruised the crap out of myself. I have a nifty little polka-dot pattern on my right shoulder from the lining of my windbreaker. It’s funny, because it was pretty hot here yesterday (93F) and I was boiling in my jeans and jacket. While I was falling, I thought, “Ohthankgodlongpants. But why aren’t I wearing my gloves?!” There would have been a lot more blood if I had been wearing shorts. Bruising is preferable!

I’m very sore today.

(And yeah, I know- “Boohoo, you fell off your bike. Suck it up!”)