Gather ’round, ladies and gents, boys and girls.Â I’d like to tell you a story of bravery and daring do.Â A tale of courage and determination in the face of certain death, where the guy gets the girl and all is set right in the universe.
Sadly, I don’t have such a story, so you have to settle for hearing about how I hurt myself sight seeing.
See, last week Shawna and I took a short trip to Washington, DC.Â Shawna had never seen our nation’s capital, and I’d only been once on a seventh grade field trip.Â Naturally, Shawna wanted to see the sights, and so did I.Â So we took the Metro into town (and I spent a lot of time thinking to myself I think I killed a supermutant in Fallout 3 right over there), and soon we were in line for the National Archives.
Little did I know this would be the most relaxing part of the day.
After we left the Archives, we walked up to the Capitol and snapped a few pictures.Â Then, we started down the mall.Â After brief stops in the Natural History and American History Museums, we made out way to the Washington Monument for more picture-snapping.Â From there it was on to the Vietnam Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, Korean Memorial, and three different attempts to locate a path to the Jefferson Memorial (we eventually decided to just snap pictures from a bridge).
But we weren’t done yet.Â Not by a long shot.Â After cooling down at the World War II Memorial, we made the walk up to the White House and then over to Old Ebbitt Grill for lunch.Â After eating a great chicken sandwich, I stood to continue our trip.
That’s when I noticed my knee.
There was a slight ache in my left knee.Â Nothing major, and certainly not as painful as my feet.Â As we made our way to the Air and Space Museum, however, it slowly grew worse.Â I’m not sure if Shawna noticed my more frequent stops to take pictures, but I’m glad she didn’t object.
By the time we made our way through the American Art Museum (which is so amazing I wish I’d had another day to check it out), I was hobbling back to the Metro station.Â That night, I could barely walk steps, and sleeping was an exercise in futility.Â My knee felt like it was on fire, and if I placed my hand on it while bending and flexing, I could feel all kinds of scraping and popping.
After flying home, I had to sit down and take breaks while leaving the airport.Â As painful as it was, it was also embarrassing.Â So few people injure themselves by walking.Â It figures that I’d be one of the lucky few.
Three days and half a tube of Icy Hot later, I’m feeling much better.Â The knee barely hurts at all today.Â Who knows, maybe it’ll all go back to normal.Â
Until the next time I go sight seeing.
Ah, who am I kidding.Â Next time, I’m just gonna buy a goddamn postcard.