First up my Quote of the Week. I found this one this morning as I was browsing through some of my favorite blogs. I follow a lot of women triathletes as they fueled the fire within and gets me believing that I too can excel in the sport. I found the quote through Bree's blog (who by the way is competing in a triathlon in Africa this weekend!...how awesome is that!!!)
“When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say I used everything you gave me”. Erma Bombeck
So on Saturday, I called my Brother-in-law to arrange a little bike ride in the afternoon, I wanted him to come along so he could give me pointers and also so hubby and I could hang out with him while we rode. The day was bright and beautiful, perfect for a bike ride! Until we decided to actually go on our bike ride, out in the rural towns of Newton and Clarkston the wind was madly howling. The first 2 miles and I was done for, the little rolling hills always teach me a lesson but coupled with the wind I was in cycling purgatory! Try as hard as I could, I couldn't go very fast. I kept concentrating on pulling up but it didn't help very much. Then finally when I reached the end of the hills and saw the glorious downhill, I shifted and got ready for the downhill ride. With a smile on my face and an excited heart I saw my speed pick up. Suddenly out of nowhere, I hear a loud crack, crack, crack, something was caught in my back wheel's spoke! I knew that if I didn't stop that the bike will stop me in a not so very comfortable way, so I stopped as quickly as I could, not even reaching the end of the downhill. As I stopped, my mind quickly told me, YOU FORGOT SOMETHING IDIOT!!! Sure enough, I started to feel the descend of my body on top of my bike, with my brain screaming UNCLIP, UNCLIP and the legs frozen both from panic and the abrupt halt they weren't functioning, at the last split second out of desperation I lifted my right leg completely up and off the pedal, coming unclipped and barely able to put my hand out to stop my fall (thank goodness for cycling gloves). In all of this, hubby was nowhere to be seen, he was about a mile away ahead of me, in a sense it was best that way as seeing him would have sent me into crying hysterics, instead I had to be tough and fend for myself. Oh I am sure you are wondering that the crack sound was, as I inspected my bike, I found the problem rather quickly, my Garmin sensor on the arm had come loose with the force of the wind and the speed that I was going downhill. I don't know what to do about it now, I love my Garmin as it tells me my cadence, however, it is not worth my life nor a skinned knee/shoulder/arm/face.
After the almost accident, the ride was pretty much uneventful, the wind was still mad at us and kept us from feeling the downhills as downhills but we definitely got a good workout! The next day though, I woke up with my right leg hurting. I think it was due to the force that I put into unclipping my foot off the bike, or just my plain lack of muscle in that area.