I guess I idolize Iron Jane and Steve in a Speedo so much that I needed to follow in their foot steps.
Last night I was hit by a car.
Now don't get too excited. It was a parked car.
Ok, you are thinking "Yeah right RBR. You can't get hit by a parked car." Oh yes, you can. As I ran by, the oblivious 16 year old girl in the passengers side flung (flinged? Whatever.) open her door right in front of me.
I know. Lame.
I am sure it looked just as cool as it sounds.
But it HURT LIKE HELL. And now my wrist only bends in two directions instead of four. That has to be good for a little street cred, right?
Ok, maybe I will leave out the parked part in the retelling.
I did go to Swim masters today (I soooo wanted to use the wrist as an excuse, but it really didn't hurt when I swam) I took the day off from running my knee is a little swollen and sore (I think this is from running, not from smacking into the minivan door. Although if the lady's lawyer calls I reserve the right to change my story. She actually got out of her car to examine her door as if I had damaged it by being struck by it. Bitch.)
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