Today I met Yoda (Karen), Colleen (IronDiva), and SBM friend, Mark, on the Silver Comet trail for a 70 (!) mile ride. I wasn’t planning on doing 70, but since I decided that Ironman was in my future and Yoda and IronDiva are Iron ladies… I figured I better follow their lead.
It was actually a great ride (barring a few minor details, like a CRASH… details to follow).
We started out the ride in a monsoon. Okay, so it was raining – not monsoon – but we ended up pretty filthy, pretty quickly. One sip from the water bottle resulted in a mouthful of mud.
Yoda and IronDiva gave me TONS of Ironman worthy advice, and I really enjoyed spending time with them (even though I was turning my legs like crazy to suck off their wheels). Oh, we came up with a GREAT nutrition invention somewhere before the turn around, too. To be announced… it’s balls to the wall. That is all.
With about 20 miles to go, Andy and I had a bit of an incident.
I was heading down the trail about 15 MPH or so. Andy’s front wheel went off the right side of the trail. I overcompensated (best I can figure), and I felt myself about to go down.
Without yelling a single expletive (good for me), I hit the concrete, landing on my left thigh. Then I felt my left shoulder hit the ground. I distinctly remember thinking, no! not the bike, and I tucked my head into my chest and held on to Andy.
Once my shoulder hit the ground, I flipped and did a complete turn-over with Andy. My head (helmet on!!) bonked on the concrete, and Andy and I came to rest in the other lane of the trail.
Yoda and IronDiva turned around and asked, “Are you ok?”
I was already sitting up and trying to figure out how to avoid the embarrassment. [Too late – apparently, I sounded like a freight train as I went down with Andy. ] The ladies rescued me. I plopped down on the grass, showing off my first official round of road rash.
I was mostly freaked out from the fall, the flipping over and hitting the ground was just plain scary. And Andy is definitely in need of a checkup.
20 miles and an hour and a half later, we were sitting in Five Guys Burgers & Fries, putting down some grub.
So, I survived a bike crash and had a PR distance on the bike. I mean, really… can’t complain too much.
While I rode, the Expert revisited his frequented role of “Father of the Year,” by taking the kids to Fernbank museum to see the dino exhibit and “The Scoop on Poop.”
The kids had a blast while “Mommy of the Year” was out on her bicycle. I’m thankful he’s such a good dad, because I don’t feel like a good mom when I’m falling on my bicyle instead of looking at poop with the kids.
On second thought, I think poop is a good dad-worthy topic. I’m not sure I would have enjoyed the history of poop as much. 🙂
Have a great week, friends.