I wish I was kidding when I tell you I have a new arsenal of bandages on me.
Seriously? I look like one of those not-so-athletic girls who like to hang out in the nurses office and wrap stuff to get attention and make everyone ask what’s wrong.
My left hand is scraped up, my left hand fingers are cut, and my knee has some sweet additional scabs to add to the existing scars. My knees are going for the rugged look. I hear that’s hot nowadays.
Know what’s great? I ate it on the sidewalk in the exact same place I tripped before. I truly am a vision of grace and beauty.
I usually have no problem laughing at myself, but I think my new gashes were the straw that broke the camel’s back. The waterworks came for a while after I completed the bloody 1.5 mile walk home. I’m just a little sick of being hurt, annoyed this happened on my second day back running after surgery, aaaand I feel a little stupid about my lack of ability to stay on my feet.
Maybe I need to write my local government a letter about the uneven sidewalks in Virginia Beach. When my hand heals.
Let’s forget about how pathetic I’m feeling and watch the best sketch from SNL this past weekend. As you probably guessed, I was pretty psyched to see my gym buddy JT join host Maya Rudolph this week. And yeah, that’s right. I won’t stop mentioning that. I still think it’s awesome I got to work out with Justin.
Suddenly, I’m feeling a little better. I simply cannot look at Kristen Wiig as T Swift and not laugh.
Here’s to another hopeful good SNL tomorrow night… and a better musical guest (what was that mess last week?!)