Triathlete Crashes In Garage
Ok, this is very much, I dunno, karma-ish perhaps…like I said, I don’t know…well, karma isn’t the right word, but whatever the word is, it’s NOT! good!
You see, I was supposed to be cleaning my room. Mom had come home from her camping trip and she saw the state that my room was in because I (like an idiot) had left some of my nutrition for my bike rides and runs on the kitchen counter. She, like a good mom, was returning it to my room.
In the middle of my room was all my gear in a pile from the bike ride I didn’t go on, on Saturday. In another corner, was all my swim gear from the last time I’d gone swimming (not my swimsuit, just my googles, swim cap, etc). In yet another corner was my stuff for my runs. On my bed was all the clean laundry I didn’t feel like folding this morning when the dryer went off (notice, I was good enough to not leave it in the dryer). My desk was covered with papers, my window seat was scattered with race numbers and race t shirts. It didn’t bother me one bit, I knew right where everything was, it was all right where I could find it, it was all in my room, right where it belonged.
She had other feelings, my room was a pit and I was told to clean it. So, I started to clean it, but I got quickly distracted by my book Breaking Dawn (it’s the 4th book in the Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer and between last Monday and today, I’m almost done with the whole series). She comes in and says “no wonder your room is a wreck”. Now, I couldn’t very well dispute this, because over the last week in all my free time I’ve been reading and doing nothing else. That’s all I did all weekend too, I’d read (mind you I had a good reason to do nothing but read, I had a belly ache all weekend). She tells me, “Courtney, you’d better put that book down and clean your room or I’ll clean it for you” Translation: you’d better clean your room or you’ll be coming home to nothing tomorrow except your bed if you’re lucky.
So I put my book down and looked at all my gear, my new bike shoes were sitting there, and I hadn’t tried them yet so now was as good a time as ever. I picked up all my gear that could go out to my box in my garage, and went out there. I put my gear in my box, put my front wheel on my bike and put my shoes on. I figured I’d just ride around the street a couple times and return the bike to the garage before I returned to my mole hole. I never made it out of the garage. And this is really just really stupid. I know how to ride my bike, I know how my shoes work, they were the same clips as the old ones, just new shoes.
I got on my bike, got one foot clipped in, got distracted, wasn’t paying clearly enough attention, and I turned far too quickly and the next thing I know, my left foot is unclipped and I’m falling to the right. This was the first time I’ve ever done that. I’ve fallen off my bike in other manners, but never quite like this. My foot was still attached to my bike as I hit the pavement very hard, my shoulder and hip hit the hardest.
My biggest concern though, it wasn’t me, it was my bike. I couldn’t afford to have screwed up my bike, I have a triathlon this Saturday, but guess what, I screwed up my bike, in a big way. As I got the bike off of me and managed to get my right foot unclipped I saw that my seat looked, not well, it’s scraped worse than me. My rear derailleur took a hit (it looks bent). But worse of all, was my rear brake and shift lever, it’s just not right.
See the brake lever on the left, that’s so not right, it’s too far to the left! It shouldn’t be sticking out like that. Even the seat is jacked up, it looks like it’s looking at the brake lever, like it should have squinty little eyes assessing the damage that I created because instead of cleaning my room, I decided to try out my new shoes.
I got informed, that (with a little exaggeration), in the world where I’m famous, this has scandal written all over it and tomorrow’s papers will read “Triathlete Crashes In Garage”
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August 5th, 2008 at 2:23 pm
You know what they say about Karma…
Sorry you hurt your bike!
August 5th, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Okay, well, don’t feel bad. I fell outside on my very first roadbike back in April 2005. I was standing still at the time. It was humiliating; I sprained my wrist and couldn’t use it for a month.