Notes
Left from the Y, plan was to run, lift, and swim, but I tripped on the sidewalk by BC on Comm Ave. Some lady walking her dog saw it, and while I was checking for injuries, she says "Hey, no blood!" I continue a bit, my knees are definitely bleeding, my hands aren't scrapped up too bad, and I knew I hit my chin. Finish up the run, and get to the Y locker room, and yeah, there's a nice hole in my chin. Scrap the lifting and swimming because duh, then walk home, shower and get ready to go to the ER. Mason gives me a ride, and 4 relatively uneventful stitches and 2 hours later, everything seems ok.