Tuesday, November 27, 2012
I can't seem to get along with my knees. Three weeks ago I lost my balance on the bike and fell squarely on my left knee. I wasn't even riding, just about to take off from my driveway, but I had a heavy load in the basket and it shifted. All month my left knee looked like i was 10 years old again. Not serious but pretty painful and a good excuse not to do modified push-ups all month. Well, that's healed now.
Yesterday I was coming home from a 45 minute walk. There is a short path through some bushes that is a short cut to my house. I tripped on an exposed root and fell full out on the gravel. Didn't bleed or anything, but badly bruised my right knee--and my ego. I felt like a fool and was glad the bushes shielded me from the street. I came home and iced it and I can walk okay now. But there is a big black bruise on my right knee.
This isn't going to stop me. Guess I just need to work on falling more gracefully. After all, Dick Van Dyck made a whole career of it.