This side of disaster...

Dear Readers,

I'm pretty confident that someday this could be me. Perhaps not such a bad thing:




This morning I had some efforts to do on the bike. I felt pretty good about them, picked out one of my favorite segments, and frankly felt pretty good about my chances of pulling down my PR.

I got a good start felt good, who am I kidding- I felt great, felt like I was flying. Yeah it was dark, and the darkness can sometimes fool you into thinking you're going faster than you are, but I felt good. Then I turned on to a slight short down hill and my light died. The darkness that moments ago I felt like I was cutting through now completely swallowed me. I hit the brakes as I couldn't see a foot in front of my face... effort over... Blah...

I finished up the trail- slowly and carefully and headed for the barns. I had some sprints to do. In the barns I sprint up one side, down the other, through one barn, through another, generally pretty fun stuff. 2 sprints left, and I jump out of the corner, enter the barn, and standing shift to a harder gear, I accelerate, shift to another harder gear, just as  I have done god knows 10 times previously this morning, when the gear jumps. My weight is thrown forward, I slam my knee into my stem and worse off, I'm on my front wheel not quiet over the bars yet, but rolling quickly towards the barn wall. At the last second I get my ass on the top tube, rear wheel down and veer to the right...narrowly avoiding impact with the barn wall.  I was bruised but by the grace of god, I didn't crash into that barn. I rolled out the other side, turned up the road, and pedaled home.

good way to start the day- just this side of disaster.

thanks for reading.

respect
fatmarc