Every significant injury I've ever had has occurred on a bike- so I figured it was only a matter of time before I had a good fall on the new bike. Coming back from a 50 mile ride yesterday(progress, right?), I made a hard turn around a bend and caught some loose gravel. My bike swerved and a few choice words were thrown own, but somehow I managed to regain my balance and stay on the trail. The guy behind me yelled "awesome save!" and I couldn't have agreed more, although I was a little less enthusiastic about the stunt. A little shaken up, I let the rider behind me pass and I slowed down. Not a minute later, as I was crossing railroad tracks, my tire fell into the track grooves and my bike took a heavy lean left. I didn't even attempt to recover. I guess in my mind I had decided this fall was supposed to happen... no reason to fight the inevitable, right? My knee took the brunt of the blow, but not a single scratch. This was a little disappointing as I had nothing to show my husband when I got home. The knee kills me when I cycle, but i'm determined to ride in Tacoma next week. My dad recommends IB prophen..or "IB hurten" as he calls it....will do!
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