I used to make fun of football players who sat out of games because of a bruised rib. A bruise? What a bunch of wimps! Now I know better. The first time I injured my ribs, I slipped while climbing in a window at home (I had locked myself out). More recently I twisted my body in an odd way on a night trail run, somehow bruising my ribs.
Last weekend at the lake, Elliot tried knee boarding. He picked it up quickly, knee boarding like a pro. With more time, he'll learn to do tricks, I'm sure. He made it look easy, so I tried it. I am not a natural. Bouncing along on the board, I bruised my ribs, in the same place as when I was running a couple months ago. It hurts to walk. It hurts to cough, sneeze, or hiccup. It hurts to roll over in bed. Worst of all, it hurts to run. I admit--like those NFL wimps, I, too, am a wimp.
Thankfully, Palo Duro and White Rock are months away, so I have plenty of time to recover, and I figure missing a few days this far out won't kill me. But it's still frustrating not to run, especially since I felt like I was slowly making progress.