Mary and I were having a great ride today and we were on our way back from Garden of the Gods.
I took a turn and wasn't ready for the steep hill - totally in the wrong gear. With my own bike I might have recovered. But I fell and it hurt. A man came along and fixed the twisted seat with his tool - truly - and I thought all was good. But when I went to ride I could put no pressure on my wrist. I walked a ways and tried again. Nope. Mary rode several miles home fast to get the truck. I sat in a gas station and iced my wrist with ice from the soda machine. Several hours later I know I have a break. No triathlon that I spent
hours/days training for. You all know what I've done, you've been there with me. I've been teary more than once and I'm sure I'm not done. All those long bike rides I had planned. My love of my clips.....will i dare to use them again? I know there are much worse things but I'm in the middle of a pity party. Please pour on the sympathy.