I don't think in the ten years I've been volkssport walking that I've fallen in front of the group. Today I changed that. Discussions of urgent care and incident reports ensued. No thank you. It's just an ugly boo-boo. Though my hand took the brunt, my elbow and knee still are sore.
I arrived at Wy-Hut-Tuk Park at 9:25. Meeting time was 9:45. When I arrived there was one person already there. A minute after I arrived the next one came. Five minutes later, a car-full came. Don't be late for these events.
We stood around twenty minutes getting cold, and left promptly at 10. Six people walked, three rode. The walkers headed north for 1.5 miles to Lock 35, over the spillway and under 78. The website said that from Easton to
Riegelsville the trail was surfaced with large gravel. The first step in repairing more damage from Ida, two years ago. We were right smack in the middle of it.
It's on the way back that one of the rocks reached up, grabbed my toes, and pulled me down. I went splat. Everyone was aghast. They are thin and didn't realize that fat people basically bounce. It's all this padding. I used Betty's poles to get up. In reality there were no less than five sets of hand wanting to pull me up. People were brushing the dirt off of me.
We were halfway back when I looked at my hand. It looks like a puncture, but it isn't. More like a deep brush burn. It pulled off some skin. I cleaned it off when I got back to the car and put a band-aid on it. Haven't looked at it since.
This week I also did Milly and the old-lady chair exercise class. No yoga. I went shoe shopping. Don't tell the Roomie.
Miles/Steps: 5K+
Weather: mid-40s, sunny, blustery.
Wildlife: heard geese and woodpeckers
Bathrooms: P-4.5 The indoor one is closed until April 1. Must not be winterized. There was a port-o-potty in the parking lot.
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