We shall call this post: 'Royal Pain 2: The Bruised Diva Chronicles'
I was pretty sure I held mits wrong Thursday night, hence my black-and-blue hip all weekend, but I was assured that I probably held them right, and my body just isn't used to absorbing that kind of impact.
My latest MMA souvenir (apologies for the location) -- this was Friday night; it's since changed to some wonky shades of red and purple and now covers most of my hip. Lucky me:
Despite my new color pallette, it was Halloween - the first I've had off since moving back to Laramie - and it was time to live it up.
Blondes do, indeed, have quite a bit of fun, as it turns out ...
2 comments:
Sarah, I wish I knew you better or liked you less. Because if that were the case, I TOTALLY would have posted the following:
"Ewwww, that is one of the nastiest pictures ever posted to your blog! And that bruise doesn't look very nice, either!"
But I can't do that :-(
Seriously, are you sure you don't have kidney damage from that? yuk.
You know - no, I'm not certain that I don't have some sort of damage. I can't keep myself going this week at the gym. I haven't felt this faint and nauseated since I passed out standing in line at a health fair (the irony isn't wasted on me).
Fainting, for the record, isn't so horrific, once you're actually in the middle of it.
It's the two seconds prior when you suddenly realize you're going to faint and there's nothing you can do about it and the several minutes afterward when you wake up on the floor with thirteen people crowing over you asking if you're OK that totally suck. No, I'm not OK. I'm on the floor. There's nothing OK about that ...
Still, I'd take fainting over vomiting on the mats any day. I think Jason would agree with me on that ...
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