Bruised Butt

Two days ago Debra and John took me out biking on this close-to-home trail. Reza came, too, and ran while we biked. The trail was really fun, but basically a rock garden, which means lots of bouncing. Now, I don't know why I haven't switched to a better seat on my mountain bike, but I haven't, and now I am paying the price with a painfully bruised tush. It wouldn't be dumb, but this isn't the first time this has happened. My palms are a little sensitive, too, becuase I didn't wear my gloves. I thought it was going to be an even dirt road kind of ride; it was good and bad that it wasn't. Then yesterday, I went for a five and a half mile run, and I think my knee is pretty much okay. Yay! I am still going to use some Athletic Recovery Oil on it though.

Two apologies to my readers: First, I think that my posts might be getting a little boring. I can't really tell for myself, though. Anyway, I am going to work on it. Second, I had to enable letter ID for posting comments. I can't take the spam anymore. Maybe it was bothering you, too.