Ouch! I'm still hurting from my accident Monday.
There's not much exciting to share about that, other than acknowledging that an active lifestyle can lead to higher degrees of risk. If I was back in Atlanta, working out inside…
Oops. Forgot about the scabies I caught from gym equipment. That was horrible.
I guess life is filled with risk no matter what you do.
And there was no way for me to avoid that guy who hit me. I was just skiing, slowly, in a straight line in a not very congested area. I wasn't trying any daredevil moves. Not trying to navigate thigh-high moguls. Not going down a black diamond run. Nope.
And that's life. I'm okay. Just swollen and sore.