Sunday, May 16, 2010

So Not Poetry in Motion...

I've been a little out of sorts recently.

Not Poetry in Motion--

On Thursday, I crashed after 15 miles of mountain biking, I rode out of the trails onto the main road and up to our truck.  My biking buddy had brought her dog (who we always bike with) and when he ran over to some other mt. bikers, I turned my head to make sure the dog was okay and that there wasn't any traffic. As I turned my head my bike's knobby tires grabbed the groove between concrete & gravel and I went down.

I had always imagined that if I ever feel while biking, I would have that moment of knowing where I could make sure I didn't hit my head, maybe even prevent it.  Nope.  It happened so fast, it was the sound of gravel, pavement on skin, head hitting the pavement.


I have photos of my injuries but I won't post them.

My friend called my husband's work (he's a firefighter).  My husband was out on a call so she talked with one of the medics about what to look for in a concussion.  Even while trying to get my balance back, I was amused when I heard her arguing with the medic.

The rest of Thursday is much of a blur for me.  Friday I woke up with a headache and a very sore neck/shoulder.  My left side is roadrash, bruises and bumps, but no broken bones.  Yesterday I felt much better and more like myself, but my left arm/elbow still aches.


1)  I am ridiculously thankful for my helmet which did its job perfectly!  I will *never* ride without a helmet, even in our small cul-de-sac because it's why they call it an "accident" because it isn't planned.

2)  I will definitely return to mountain biking (and hopefully soon), but that Craig's List road bike I was going to get is now on hold because pavement is hard, dirt is soft.

3)  You cannot lose focus when you are riding your bike even for a second.

4)  I'll be fine.  Maybe I'll confess on Tuesday more on how this hit me emotionally, but I'm good and feeling better-- a little scraped and bumped, but not broken.

5)  My husband ordered me a bike ID bracelet after my accident (because I couldn't remember anyone's phone number, my friend had to go onto my cellphone to call him).  The saying on it reads:  Ride Hard.  Write Hard.

Here's me before the accident-- happy and so unknowing:

It's a larger lesson for me about life-- pay attention, do what you love, but stay focused and in the moment.  
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