I got in 20 easy miles around Lake Miramar. It was beautiful, sunny afternoon, marred only by a wreck into a sticker bush by a four-year-old that I came up on during my third lap. Luckily, I had some Neosporin + Pain Relief, large Band-Aids, and some Kleenex in my bike bag. I didn't have any clean water for her mom to wash the wounds with. Poor little thing was really banged up and crying hard. I suggested her mom use the adhesive on the bandage to pull the stickers out of the girl's skin and off her shirt.

I kept telling her how brave she was and I gave her a Band-Aid for her hand, and a tissue to hold to give her something to do while her mom was pulling stickers with the other bandage. I hope she's okay now. She was starting to welt up, but had stopped crying, when I left them to walk out on their own. The girl had a little bike with training wheels, and there was an older sister, about 12, managing three dogs on leashes, one of which was really worried about the crying baby, and mom, trying to hold it together herself, I guess, after watching her baby crash hard off the paved path and into a psuedo-cactus bush. I don't know what they're called, but they're downright prehistoric-looking sticker bushes with some kind of toxin in the prickers, from what I saw on that baby's legs and arms. Sheesh.

I need to get some witch hazel pads for the first-aid kit.

Roxy