Okay, so I hopped on the treadmill this morning and did 1.5 miles at 4.5 mph, which is a pretty good clip for me. And the treadmill only spontaneously stopped once during that period of time. I wasn't interested in fighting with it, I'd done my 1.5-mile run and I got ready to do the remaining three miles outside. Walking.
Two minutes and seven seconds after I hit the "start" button on the Garmin, I was flat on my ass in the middle of the driveway, having slipped on the sheet of ice hidden beneath the snow.
I broke my fall with my right elbow. Thank goodness I didn't break my elbow. As it is, it's quite tender and very badly bruised. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I didn't walk any further.
I will not be compulsive about this.
I will not be compulsive about this.
I will not be compulsive about this.
I will not be compulsive about this.
I will not be compulsive about this.
My husband and I did some errands in town after I settled down a little bit. I came home, had a light lunch, worked on a graphic design project and as soon as this is published I'm going to do some things in the house that need to be done. Oh, and I'm going to knit, too. Because landing on your elbow doesn't mean you can't knit. Thank goodness!
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Ouch! Put some ice on that elbow. Again :)
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