So a little over a week ago I had a bit of a spill. The bike is fine. Don't worry. Apparently the lime green, white, yellow and purple outfit I was sporting in broad daylight did not alert the woman in the SUV who was talking on the phone with what looked (for the curb mind you) to be eight zillion kids in the back that I was in fact there. Rather than let her clip my back tire, I went to the curb. Fight or flight? Flight for sure! Besides the curb is almost like pillow when compared to being drug along the road under an SUV.
So a bruise and sore leg later, along with some words of encouragement from a friend who tells me there are two kinds of cyclists (those who have wrecked and those who will), tomorrow I will be once again braving the DFW soccer moms, distracted bluetooth wearers, dinner in the car as they speed to the next place they are late to people, and the 1% or folks actually paying attention and hit the road for a short ride.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
This weekend was long. I spent very little time on the bike and a lot of time thinking about John. On Saturday afternoon, John finally let go. He is no longer in pain and now he can rest. He is my motivation tp push harder every day through this small challenge. Everytime I want to stop I will remember John and that he never quit fighting.