Mr. Pants says I cracked a rib or two in the recent spill.
It’s not so bad unless I move or breathe or cough or sneeze or lie down or do the limbo wearing my Carmen Miranda hat.
Googling seems to indicate that strolling is fine and maybe after a couple of weeks it won’t be so bad. And maybe Tim Tebow’s qb rating next week will surpass 11. Time will tell. In any case, it’s good practice for suffering. And maybe for running in bubble wrap.
On the bright side, I don’t have a poodle. I don’t much care for poodles.
25 weeks and three days to the big race. Excellent start!
p.s. Dear Ma: I’m just making this up to entertain the kids. I’m fine. Stop worrying.