Sculpin

Wow, I really screwed up my knees last weekend. Good job, me. And then yesterday I overworked them. I’d forgotten that the level of pain that usually means, “Hm, maybe be a little bit cautious,” means, in my knees, “Back off now or pay the price, bitch.” I wish I’d remembered; I found it out after a yoga class, years ago, when we had a crack-brained substitute teacher who decided to whip us gimps into shape. I’d thought I might be cutting it a bit fine that day, but in fact I was cutting it way past fine and had bad knee pain for a week. Had to mostly stay off my feet for about three days, as I recall.

Let’s hope this one doesn’t take that long. In related news, I think I won’t be climbing hills for a while. Frankly, I am not sure I’d even want to hobble down to the parking lot to work on bike riding skills today.

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