This is Kid showing off her newfound independent skating abilities:
This is us almost an hour later right after our horrific wipeout:
We were finally in a pretty good skating groove when some kid skated straight in front of us and knocked Kid off balance. Of course I was holding her up so by chain reaction I was knocked off my feet. Kid slammed down on her hand and I actually caught some air before slamming down so hard on my tailbone that I actually couldn't get up. (I should note that I have a very prominent tailbone... it's practically a deformity) There I was in the middle of the ice with Kid crying hysterically whispering to her "Mommy is really hurt. Mommy is really hurt. I can't help you up just yet." I felt really badly for her since it looked like she might have broken her hand... but I was in no condition to help her. It was taking all of my inner strength to hold myself back from crying and vomiting (yes I hit the ice that hard) and drag us back up and off the ice. Turn in our skates the whole nine yards. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand or sit without whelping softly. Of course no one seemed to notice or offer any help. I had to call Mr F to pick us up since I knew I couldn't drive home. He wanted to take me straight to the ER but I'm stubborn in the face of pain and wanted to come home and eat first.
So I'm here on the couch trying not to use any of my muscles. I fear I may have actually fractured my tailbone. We saw tons of people fall and get back up and continue on. Damn my genetically flat buttocks... they offered absolutely no protection! If I hadn't been motivated by pride I'd probably still be lying there.
If this derails my workout efforts I'm going to be pissed.