Taking it on the Road

I took the new bike out on the road for the first time today. After practicing starting and stopping with the clip-in pedals I proceeded to fall just as we were leaving the parking lot. I have a nice wound and bruise on my knee, but I’ll live.

DH kept saying – “that’s #1″, trying hard to change my state to see this as inevitable and just part of riding. There was a part of me that wanted to lie down on the ground (since I was already there) and cry, wondering why I’m making myself do this. But one benefit to being 40 years old is that I have (finally) learned that giving up or crying about it doesn’t make anything better. Instead, I picked my bruised body up, got back on the bike, and off we went.

Thirty minutes and 6 miles later we packed up and came home so I could shower and bandage my knee. It was fun riding together!

Hours later, after I was bandaged up and rested, I looked at the pictures and decided they don’t do justice to my wound. It felt a lot worse than it looked in the photo.

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