Happy Sunday everyone! Hey, hey two weeks in a row blogging! Awww yeah, I’m on a roll. One of the things I missed about living in Phoenix is the weather never was to cold to train outdoors. At least it wasn’t unbearable. So, training happened year round outside. Unfortunately, NoVA doesn’t have that same weather pattern. This weekend was a different story. The temps were in the 60s and 70s, so I wiped off the bike and pumped up the tires and took badd kitty out for a spin.
It was a normal overcast day but the wind was off the charts. The gusts were so strong I teetered every now and again. The Potomac was choppy reminding me of the ocean. That didn’t stop people from being out on the trail. I road all the way out to National Harbor.
My average speed was 12.1 and I had some good sprints and peaks at about 18.2. Which is good ~ lol. It was a good ride and my bike performed as it should. I do apologize to the guy I almost hit head on. I was passing someone on a hill. After I passed her I started to fiddle with my phone that was attached to my arm. I wasn’t looking and the next thing I hear is this guy screaming. Look up and I barely missed him. Yeah. :-O Look I kept going and said I was sorry. Truth be told, he would have gone into the woods off a very narrow trail. Yeah…that would have cost me a few Hail Mary’s fo sho…but it didn’t happen. I know I should pay attention to the road and not the phone. But damn, I didn’t like the song that was on…. I’ll stop while I’m ahead.
Any hoo…. went out for a walk today which was hotter and more better! Got on the trail early for a little walk. I noticed right away the trail was wet and slippery. There are a lot of trees so leaves on the ground add a greater risk. There are a few turns that are pretty tight. They scare me a bit when the trail is normal.
Right before a heavy curve.
I’m walking along, listening to music, heading uphill past the curve. I’m not really sure what made me turn around because I didn’t hear anything! I look and there is this poor guy and he totally wiped out on the curve. I rush over and I can just see the the embarrassment in his face. I reach down and unclip his foot out of the pedal, pick up the bike and start digging the mud out of his handle bars. “Are you okay?”, I ask. I look at his knees, no blood, just a bit of a bruise. Sheepishly he said, yeah, I hope my bike is okay. Oh damn. I busted out laughing at this point and said, yeah you’re a true cyclist. Little did he know he was speaking to the Queen of Crash. He thanked me for stopping and soon he was back on his way. I was glad I was able to assist a fellow cyclist.
It got me thinking about how we place material objects above our own body safety at times. I will admit, every time I have fallen I have checked the damage on my bike FIRST, then checked the knees etc. I imagine if it was a bad fall, that wouldn’t be the case. The reaction could be a couple of things: 1) cost of the bike (nothing worse than seeing a scratch), 2) love for the bike, or 3) hey, I’m still breathing ~ “tis merely a flesh wound”!
Either way, I will be the adult in the room and say it should be the other way around. Okay, enough adulting!
Stopped to take a morning photo on my walk:
Always so beautiful.
I had 1 run, 2 walks and 1 ride.
My mileage came to 34.14 with 3774.91 miles gratefully remaining. Happy Miles to You!! #thatPower I’m alive…