I tossed a Cryopak Ice Blanket into my shopping basket offhand, thinking I would finally ice the usual running ailments.
Instead, 45 minutes or 6.5K into an easy 8K, I went down after hitting a patch of gravel on the city streets. The moment I fall, I can be so melodramatic! Good thing the evening plans consisted only of playing incapacitated host for movie night at my place. Too bad on a freakishly sunny weekend, I’m confined to high-support clunker flat shoes. =S