PWNED!
Hello silver platter...meet barb's ass.
Today...was...
well...
a day for the books.
That's fo' shizzle.
We all know that Hills + Barb = Bad News Bears.
And most of you know that Maps + Barb riding solo = the eternally long wait for her to find her way back home. Somehow I only managed to get lost twice in the process, which is a blessing in and of itself. And yay...lucky for me...one of my wrong turns brought me to a long gradual incline about a mile long (shoot.me.now).
But we've got another one to add to the books.
Railroad Tracks + Barb = Face plant and a mouth fulla gravel.
I hurt.
A lot.
Okay...mostly it's just a really annoying sting that's going on in my face (the chin and upper lip are missing some skin...nothing too hideous though...hopefully it'll come back in before Laura's wedding...wouldn't those make for some awesome photos?). I'm pretty lucky I didn't lose a tooth in the process.
I had already conquered several sets of railroad tracks by this point...and of course, on the second to last one, my wheel just came out completely from under me. Sunuvabitch.
No major damage thankfully. My bike inherited a few new scrapes and a gash on the saddle...and I think I'll be removing small rocks from the crevasses in my body over the new few days. A couple of bumps, a lot of dirt and a sore shoulder is the result (had I not been wearing a helmet, we would've had some serious issues). But mostly the ego was bruised.
Some woman saw the whole thing happen, pulled a u-turn in the middle of the road and came rushing out of her car to my aid. She tried to get me to stay laying down (in the puddle of HEED that flew out of my aerobottle) but I could move all my limbs and promised her I was fine.
To which she promptly replied...
"You're not fine. Your face is bleeding. I'm a nurse, my friends are cyclists, lets get you cleaned up."
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge.
Home girl hates bleeding.
She had one of those small emergency kits and she pulled out some antiseptic wipes (eager to get my all cleaned up and back on my way).
About 5-10 minutes later I was back in the saddle taking on a few more hills.
But thank you, to the mystery nurse who came rushing to my aid.
You have officially restored my faith in humanity.
The last time I fell off my bike like that I was in elementary school and managed to break my arm and eff up my knee...and our local pharmacist came rushing to my aid. It wasn't a pretty site. I still have the scar on my right knee...sometimes I think that moment is the reason why I fear my bike so much.
But nevertheless, 30 miles of some relatively hilly terrain done.
Tomorrow...the Iron-Cross.
(The voice in my head is saying...oh f*ck...you are soooooo in over your head girl...let's just get it done...)
Today...was...
well...
a day for the books.
That's fo' shizzle.
We all know that Hills + Barb = Bad News Bears.
And most of you know that Maps + Barb riding solo = the eternally long wait for her to find her way back home. Somehow I only managed to get lost twice in the process, which is a blessing in and of itself. And yay...lucky for me...one of my wrong turns brought me to a long gradual incline about a mile long (shoot.me.now).
But we've got another one to add to the books.
Railroad Tracks + Barb = Face plant and a mouth fulla gravel.
I hurt.
A lot.
Okay...mostly it's just a really annoying sting that's going on in my face (the chin and upper lip are missing some skin...nothing too hideous though...hopefully it'll come back in before Laura's wedding...wouldn't those make for some awesome photos?). I'm pretty lucky I didn't lose a tooth in the process.
I had already conquered several sets of railroad tracks by this point...and of course, on the second to last one, my wheel just came out completely from under me. Sunuvabitch.
No major damage thankfully. My bike inherited a few new scrapes and a gash on the saddle...and I think I'll be removing small rocks from the crevasses in my body over the new few days. A couple of bumps, a lot of dirt and a sore shoulder is the result (had I not been wearing a helmet, we would've had some serious issues). But mostly the ego was bruised.
Some woman saw the whole thing happen, pulled a u-turn in the middle of the road and came rushing out of her car to my aid. She tried to get me to stay laying down (in the puddle of HEED that flew out of my aerobottle) but I could move all my limbs and promised her I was fine.
To which she promptly replied...
"You're not fine. Your face is bleeding. I'm a nurse, my friends are cyclists, lets get you cleaned up."
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge.
Home girl hates bleeding.
She had one of those small emergency kits and she pulled out some antiseptic wipes (eager to get my all cleaned up and back on my way).
About 5-10 minutes later I was back in the saddle taking on a few more hills.
But thank you, to the mystery nurse who came rushing to my aid.
You have officially restored my faith in humanity.
The last time I fell off my bike like that I was in elementary school and managed to break my arm and eff up my knee...and our local pharmacist came rushing to my aid. It wasn't a pretty site. I still have the scar on my right knee...sometimes I think that moment is the reason why I fear my bike so much.
But nevertheless, 30 miles of some relatively hilly terrain done.
Tomorrow...the Iron-Cross.
(The voice in my head is saying...oh f*ck...you are soooooo in over your head girl...let's just get it done...)
Labels: Enduracamp, I think I may be the next Lance Armstrong
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 1:06 PM
7 Camper Comments:
its nice to see and hear that people can be nice. where are you finding these hills. i love hills :). later.
This has to be one of the funniest blog entries I've read in a long time... at least you can laugh at yourself JayhawK! I'm sorry you fell, but I'm glad there was a nice nurse-lady to help you on your way!
uh, where are the pics, homeslice?
I'm glad you are okay.
Whew. Glad you're okay. Gotta love mystery nurses. ;)
Take it easy on the RR tracks, and don't think we're gonna leave you alone about posting pics.
We want em.
Thats pretty interesting that someone stopped - I have wiped before and had everyone around me just ignore it. In fact, last summer while running I had a guy hit me with his car (while he was driving it) and he didnt even stop.
You are such a trooper. Each one of your bruises/scrapes/cuts/stitches is a battle wound of training ;)
I hate RR tracks and now it's hate and fear. Now I'll be walking my bike over them for a while. I hope you're doing well.
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