Falls to Climb
Coming home today, I over-steered on the slight rise whilst dipping through the short tunnel for the cycle path with the back end of my Scott sliding out from under me in a strange twisting motion. Slid about a metre, with a solid thunk of helmet to concrete before coming to a standstill. There was only superficial damage: a graze to my right hip, and my bike a little out of shape but otherwise functional.
The thing that sucks most is that it’s two weeks out before the 90km race for the Feilding Festival of Cycling. Trying to pull tight, slick lycra shorts over my grace about the size of the bottom of a mug will be rather excruciating if I want to get out on the road to train some more for the race. Instead, the order of the day will be rest.
It’s definitely the annoyance of the incident that pisses me off the most. Sure, it’s awkward trying to walk after laying down reading an enthralling book or sitting at the computer for a while; but there are emotional pains in my life that cut far, far deeper than physical pain. It’s shaping up to be an awfully bad weekend…