I was running last night in my usual get-up, with the added bonus of a headlamp, and somehow I didn't see the patch of ice. I landed on my toosh. And it smarted like a son of a gun.
Luckily, I was done with my run and just walking home. Luckily, the only thing really damaged was my pride. It could have been much, much worse.
Go away. I am done with you. I would like it to be spring now. Please and thank you.
And I will dream of next week, when temps are supposed to reach highs in the forties. THE FORTIES! (Cue heavenly chorus)