Sunday we went for a bike ride as a family. My husband loves mountain biking and really wants me to start doing it with him. It was a bit crazy - the two of us, my husband pulling a trailer with our youngest, two boys on bikes with training wheels and our oldest on her own bike. But we had fun. I forgot how much I enjoy biking. I went down a hill and got a little too confident and decided to try to go down a steep, narrow embankment (made entirely of loose dirt) because I'm so cool I can't just follow the trail. Needless to say, I ate it good. I landed on my side and woke up Monday with two large bruises and pain over the entire right side of my body. It was still fun, though, even though our oldest daughter was grumpy and scowling in the above picture. (She's a bit dramatic!) Last night I felt well enough to go to Pound class at the gym. My joint pain has been more minimal, which is always a welcome relief. I don't know how long it will last but I'll take it....