Stay in bed Sundays

I love a weekend as much as the next girl, but while Saturdays lately have been awesome, the Sundays have not been kind to me.  Case in point: last Saturday--great, fun race; last Sunday, hurt my foot playing basketball. 

Hey, when you have this level of competition, things get rough! :)

This past Saturday, survived my first 18 mile run; this Sunday, slight cooking accident.

Why you don't try to catch a falling food processor blade.

I did it late enough that the urgent care place was closed, and I didn't really think it needed anything but some band-aids, anyway, but then this morning my ring finger looked like this:

Not so bad, but the other ones closed up nicely and this one didn't want to.

so I called the doctor's office and they said to come in and they'd take a look at it. 

I had promised to take the boys to the zoo, though (we're off today thanks to Casimir Pulaski, and since it's not a Missouri holiday, it's a great time to visit the zoo), so I couldn't go to the doctor until after our zoo visit.

J outside the bug house

It was chilly, but the zoo was virutally empty.  Much better than the packed summer weekends we normally visit!  We stayed til about 12:30 and then headed back to get N to volleyball tryouts and me to the doctor.  The doctor's office yielded bad news/good news.  The bad news: I waited too long and can't get stitches now.  The good news: now my tetanus shot is up to date.  :)  The way the past year has gone, that's probably a good thing.

Now, the lesson one might glean from these incidents is that I should stop doing stupid things like playing basketball in nice shoes or playing catch with a food processor, but I prefer to lay the blame squarely on Sundays.  In fact, I'd go so far as to suggest I might be better off if I just stayed in bed all day on Sundays from here on out.

That's not an option for this coming Sunday, though, when I'll be heading to the Jefferson City area for Team Virtus's Adventure Non-Race.  Luckily, I've got a pretty good idea of what next week's injury will be, so I'll be able to travel prepared.  With 20-35 miles of biking--and the last time I was on a bike for more than an hour being my last century ride in September--I'll be driving home on a butt-sized ice pack!