Today I planned to do the fun little A Day in the Life of Me post. So I will go ahead as planned…
I snoozed a couple of times and finally got up to get LB ready for school….
I made coffee and breakfast, just like any other day.
Man, I love this kid.
I took LB to school and came home to get set up for the day. When I am not actually with clients I do all my paperwork and office type work from home.
It wasn’t long until the Hubs and I decided to go for a bike ride. Yipeee!!!! My beautiful Nelly CIRN on the right…sigh…
We got ready and headed out for two loops, about 14 miles. My Garmin had a dead battery so I was sad to be riding naked. The first loop went without a hitch. I was riding fast, Hubs even told me so. He said I was riding as hard as he does when he rides on his own. He is still recovering from his marathon on Sunday but he was keeping up.
The second lap is where things got ugly. We were about 3 or 4 miles from home and I was cruising down a nice hill. By cruising I mean going probably 20 miles an hour, at least, maybe even 25 mph. I was going fast. I needed to spit but held it for a bit and didn’t want to spit and have it fly into the Hubs, that’s just gross. So, for some stupid reason I looked over my shoulder, I don’t really even remember which one, and spit AND lost control of my bike. I jerked it to the left and remember thinking, “Oh no! I don’t want to crash in the street, that will hurt, maybe even kill me.” So I jerked it back the other way and headed for the ditch, still going Mach speed. I knew I was going to die. I knew chances were good that this was my last few moments alive as I know it. My whole life flashed before my eyes. I knew the ditch was going to be softer than the pavement. I yelled something along the lines of “I can’t stop! I’m crashing!” and then it happened. I flew into the air, I flipped, I jerked, I twisted, I landed on my back, or so my husband says. I wondered if I would ever stop bouncing and hitting and flopping around like a rag doll. When I came to a stand still the panic started to set in. Was I alive? Dead? Could I feel my feet? I could feel my arm and my bottom. Both hurt BAD. My throat on the front hurt too. It hurt to breath it hurt to move. I didn’t want to move.
Thank goodness my Hubs was there. The secondary part of his job is being a medic so I knew I was in good hands. He told me to be still and not move. He did a preliminary check of my body, I felt his hands run down my legs, across my arms, he felt my neck and checked me for gaping wounds. I knew my bone had to be sticking out of my arm. I was scared to ask. About 5 cars flew by as I was laid out in the ditch. Nice people we have here….Hubs helped me roll to my side and slowly I got up. But quickly went back down to my knees. I wanted to sleep, or at least close my eyes. Finally I had kind of gotten it together enough for Hubs to feel ok to head to the house to get the car and come back for me. A nice lady stopped, turned around and came back to offer help. THANK YOU NICE LADY!!! She gave me a ride home.
The Hubs and I went back to get my bike. I didn’t want to see how bad it was. He told me it was jacked up. He had hidden it in the trees until we could make it back for it.
And of course I landed in a patch of prickly thorny bushes. I got a cut on my chin and somehow managed to rip my $80 Brooks tights. I’m just glad to be alive. Really. It was so scary. I could have died. Thank God a car was not coming.
I made an appointment to see my Dr. and he did a pretty lame examination. I got an X-ray of my pelvis and tailbone, which I am pretty sure is jacked up, but what can they do? My arm is ok, sore but not broken. I have a huge knot on it, bruised pretty bad. The pic doesn’t do it justice, it is rough.
I have bruises in other places, my thigh and stomach and other places that I can’t really show you…and you don’t really want to see.
Hidden in the trees…
Bringing her home… =(
She will go to the Dr. soon….We will see how bad the damage is. I’ve got to get her fixed so I can get back on. Check out the seat…yeah, THAT hurt.
Oh man….my poor bike. My poor body. I am happy to be alive and in one piece and not paralyzed for life. Scary stuff. I was certainly humbled today and reminded that life is short and precious and I am not a good bike rider…Things can happen in the blink of an eye.
I have no idea how this happened to my water bottle either. So weird.
My body is screaming at me to lay down now so I think I’m going to takes some drugs and call it a night.