I should have quit when I was ahead

Addendum to yesterday's post.

When I got home from work, Zippy and I went for a run and somehow I tripped, on my feet or on the dog, who knows but I hit the ground HARD, right in front of a bus stop. There was a college student waiting for the bus who witnessed the entire fall and as he helped me to my feet he said "Oh, that looked like it hurt".

AND IT DID HURT. There was blood and bruises and ripped gloves, ugh. Rob bandaged me up pretty well but I feel like I was hit by a truck.