Following up a perfect Sunday dinner of warm pumpkin soup, hot buffalo wings and steamy greens n’ beans at Royal Tavern with a little bicycle side-trip into a trolly track doesn’t make for a very nice Monday. Or Tuesday. And probably not Wednesday either.
Every bit of my left side from ankle to elbow is either bruised, abrased, scraped or swollen. Ouch.
I know I should be happy that I’m just banged up and not broken or concussed (thank god for helmets) – but it really truly stinks when the only yoga pose you can manage is shavasana.
At least I can listen to this while I shavas: