Literally back in the bike saddle this morning for my ride into work. I’m recovering fine from my little encounter with the trolley tracks, although I admit to some trepidation when crossing over the rails on my way to work this morning.
My left knee, on the other hand, is still a bit cranky about it all. I think it twisted a bit when I went down and landed on it, aggravating a very old ligament strain that never quite healed. I spent most of Friday working (yay for remote desktop) with my leg propped up on a couple of boxes so I could ice my knee and taking regular doses of ibuprofen. Who knew that unpacked boxes of books would prove to be so useful? They were the perfect height for a leg prop. Despite limping around the house like a lame duck, I got a surprising amount of work done (troubleshooting-r-us…er…me!), including catching up on some professional reading that was piled up before I moved and had continued to grow in the past two weeks.
But I’ll be wearing long pants or capri pants for the next week or so while my skinned and bruised legs heal. Skinned knees are fine for a 10 year old…but not so attractive on a 32 year old.