Road Rash!

Does anyone else like the movie The Land Before Time? It is a favorite of mine, especially when Petrie says... "I flied?" and Ducky says, "no, you falled."

I falled last Wednesday. I was at the very, very end of the 40something mile ride. I mean, 2 minutes from being off of my bike. I was behind Charlie and Nancy when Charlie pulled out a huge hunk of concrete from his pocket and dropped it right in front of my wheel. Next thing I know I am no longer riding my bike- it is riding me.

Fine, Charlie didn't sabatoge me. I just didn't see the dern thing. Funny how I can see all of the little nails and pieces of glass on the road, but I miss the huge rock.

Everything is perfectly fine. My bike is scraped, but not cracked- and my body is pretty much the same. Lots of nice people stopped to help me in their cars, so it must have looked worse than it was. I think I wanted to cry, but Charlie was there so I didn't. Then Charlie rubbed alcohol on the open wounds, trying to make me cry- but instead I just yelped and ran in circles like an Indian (American Indian, that is).

This was my first real bike crash, and I am happy it happened. I was just waiting for my first one. Don't get me wrong, I have toppled over learning to get unclipped, but never have I gone down at speed.

And, I still had to finish my brick- time to run! I thought of some advice I had received earlier that day- it was about completing your workout no matter what unless you are injured. I decided I had to do the run because I wasn't technically injured. I didn't have any broken bones or torn ligaments. So, off I went running! Ha! It totally must've been the adrenaline because later that night I was like.......Owwwww!!!!

Joy did some of my T run with me- and we compared road rash scars (she got banged up a couple of weeks ago). Then- we fortunately made our way to the pizza joint to refuel and drink a much needed beer. Nothing tastes better than a beer after a crash. Thank you friends!