I knew when I fell that that my hip would hurt the next day. It stung, a lot, but I’ve wiped out before. The pain was not unusual.
When I wiped out at the 4:30 mark of my 25/5 and landed on the exact same spot, I nearly cried, I know I swore, and it took every ounce of strength to get up and keep going.
When I got home and noticed that my skin was hot and my hip was swelling like I was hiding a baseball under there, I guessed that a wicked bruise was forming.
How could I guess that this one-eyed monster would emerge?
I guess if my bruise is happy to see me, I should be happy to see it too.