This morning I slipped on ice in our parking lot. My left knee bore the brunt of my fall. My first thought was there goes the gym.
I got up gingerly, feeling stupid. After I went back inside, I sat down on the couch, propped my knee up on a pillow, wrote a few emails and entered my work hours. Then I went to the gym, but skipped leg work and cardio. I kept my walk with Lola at the Norwalk River Valley Trail to about a half hour. It was bitterly cold, so no sacrifice there.
My knee stiffens up and gets sore from-time-to-time, but it's not too bad.
It reminds me how quickly things can go to hell.
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