|Day 2... a nice bruise has developed!|
Now that I have a little time, I thought I'd share the exciting store about my fall.
I was speeding down a new trail... 18 mph, and a took a curve too fast, and...
Yeah, right. LOL
Well, I WAS at a new trail. That part is true. And I kept getting lost. On a trail. A paved trail. In particular, I kept turning off to the parking lots. So I could come to a set of stairs going up, and I'd have to turn around. Since I'm not very good at turning, I have to slow down quite a bit. The first time (yes, I did this more than once @@), I had no problem - executed the turn and went on my way!
The 2nd time I didn't have such luck. I went off the paved trail and couldn't get back up. Instead of clipping out and putting my foot down, I panicked and over I went! LOL
Is it bad to say I'm actually kind of psyched about it? I've been really worried about my first big fall. And now that I've lived through it, I can let that worry go. I fell. It hurt. I kept going. If I hadn't been able to keep going, I would have walked back to the car or called my husband to come get me. Falling is part of cycling - it's inevitable! I just hope it doesn't happen too much!
Side Note: This morning I ran (thankfully the fall didn't hurt my ability to run LOL) - 40 minutes which ended up being right around 4 miles, my longest nonstop run since 2011! :D