I just broke myself.

I had a genius new plan to get some exercise.

get some rollerblades, learn to rollerblade with my dog. That way he gets to run and i get to rollerblade, which I loved to do when I was younger.

I started off rollerblading in the tennis courts of my apartment complex with Phillip so he could get use to me being on wheels. It went pretty well so today I decided to try rollerblading around my apartment complex.

I waited until 7ish so there were few cars to get in our way. We started off well, he was jogging, I was blading...then there was a downhill part of the neighborhood. With a speed bump.

I fell down BOOM on my back. Knocked the wind right out of me. Haven't done that since I was a kid either. Phillip just got scared but satyed with me. We then defeatedly walked/half-ass bladed back to my apartment.

My back is KILLING me. I took lots of motrin and am laying on a heating pad in bed.

I'm not totally discouraged, but no more rollerblading in my complex.