May 212013
In preparation for riding down to the market with Katie on Saturday, I swapped my clipless pedals for flats, so I could wear regular shoes. A fact I promptly forgot a short time later, when I went to hop a curb, showing off for my wife like we were dating as teenagers or something. I hopped the curb, my foot left the pedal, only for my shin to find it again when I landed. I was too embarrassed to stop and ask for a bandaid, or even to clean off the blood. So I rode another 22 miles that way.
Stupid continued to hurt today, when I bumped my still-tender shin a couple times with the bar doing deadlift. That was exceedingly unpleasant.