When you fall hard… really hard… there are skin colors that follow after black and blue. With a really deep bruise, your skin turns yellow and green.
I have vivid memories of those colors, because I have fallen hard. It was at least ten, maybe fifteen years ago, when I used to roller blade laps around our circular driveway.
You don’t forget a fall like that, ever.
It certainly was on my mind today when I headed to the trail with Stef. Blading is part of her summer plans.
Stef was tenuous and I was apprehensive as we left the car. What a pair! Still, based on my GPS, we did three miles in 40 minutes.
That’s pretty slow, but we’re just getting started.
The trail was loaded with people today. As usual, they ran the gamut from skinny to fat.
Of all the people, one young woman stands out in my mind, because she was dressed as if she’d just teleported in from the sixties. She was even clutching a small bunch of wildflowers.
There’s no doubt, this is hard exercise. Stef and I returned flushed and sweaty and out-of-breath. As an added bonus, I discovered there are muscles in my butt which can get sore. Great.
It will be a good summer as long as I have nothing turn yellow and green.