Don't. Be. Stupid.

A minute ago, I thought I heard my youngest scream from outside. I ran up the steps from the basement, got to the front door, and realized:

1. He was fine. He was just messing around.
2. I ran up the stairs from the basement.

Up until a minute ago, I couldn't run at all. The swelling has subsided mostly, and there's one spot on my shin which is all messed up... but if I tried to run, it would hurt immediately.

So.
The thing to do now is NOT RUN.

I'll do the elliptical all week. And then, on Saturday, I'll try a short run. The marathon's not for months. I have to remember to let myself get better.

On the plus side, I went biking today, and had so much fun I think I'm going to get myself a road bike. I've had this hybrid since 1993, and I'd love to have a bike that has gears deep enough to let me pedal on the downhills.

Speaking of biking... I've decided that this year is NY Marathon year, and 2007 is going to hold for me some version of Triathlon... whether Ironman or Half I have to figure out. So, because I like to think about these things ahead of time, I pushed my ego aside and talked to the swim instructor at our local pool about giving me lessons, so that I start swimming with better form. Right now, it's just not pretty.

Anyway. I'm going to get the kids, and start the bedtime routine. Quite the slice-o-life post, this one.

Love to all. Even you, the owners of all the bike shops who are closed Sundays.