Wednesday, January 19, 2011

74. Roll, Baby, Roll

I don't know whether it's genetic or something I learned along the way, but I'm pretty good at rolling up when I fall (as opposed, for example, to sticking an arm out as a brace, a sure way to fracture a wrist).

So when I fell yesterday, I instinctively curled up.  So no ligament injuries, just bruises.

I think the bike's ok, and I put black duct tape over the tears in my rain pants.

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