OUCH

This evening i went for a nice little run in the Champ de Mars (park in front of Tour Eiffel). Some of the Champs is seperated from a parking area by a series of chains, and when exiting the Champs I tried to hop over the chain, something i've done several times before. This time, my foot didn't quite go high enough...

Spalt! I landed right on concrete, busting up both knees (one much worse than the other), my elbow, and the palms of my hands. Not to mention my pride. "Ca va? Ca va?" several people asked as they scrambled to help me up. "Are you ok? Are you sure? Look, your knee!" two Latin American looking guys asked as they also helped me out. Another guy ruffled through his bag to get me some water to wash the scrapes, but i told him it was all right, i lived near (true). So the one good thing I learned was that French people, and Latin American tourists, are much nicer than Americans (at least new yorkers) when helping people from a fall! I've fallen a couple of times off my bike, in view of people, and no one bothered to see if i was all right.

Sooooooo, my knee is killing me. My elbow already is getting bruised and swollen. I'll keep icing, i hope this doesn't prevent me from biking on Sunday. Currently i'm limping, but it did just happen a few hours ago. :(
I'm definitely popping open a bottle of wine tonight.