The stitches are out, and I'm now sporting these
As for my recovery, I'm doing well. I had one set back a few nights ago when Jeff and I both moved in for a good night smooch at the same time and bumped foreheads. It hurt so bad that I may have crapped my pants and forgotten my name for about 20 minutes. Ok, I didn't really crap my pants. If I had, I might not willingly admit it. Well, ok, I might.
I did cry though, and that's something because I don't believe in crying. Crying is for sissies.
|I didn't really run in the helmet.|
|This sign looks remarkably like something I could run into|
|This basketball stuck out in the street a little|
|Though large, this trash dumpster blends in with its surroundings|
|Emily, Elizabeth, Allison, me, Tara, Jill, and Jessie|
[Now, Jill is not a runner and does not like to be confused with
anyone who runs, but she is a Shortstacker]