Oh, trust me, I'd much rather have a much more exciting story for you, something about outmaneuvering a runaway F-150 or swerving to avoid hitting a baby stroller or something, but no, alas...I was on the trainer in my own living room. Ha!

The bruises on my knee and fingers are already fading compared to the bruise on my ego. <g>

Thanks for the commiseration. I am proud of myself that I got back on the bike and rode for thirty minutes. I'm really going to have to work to get back up to the level of fitness I had back in October. Baby steps.

Roxy