Yes, a new segment to my blog.
I’m sure I’ve done more than two, but that’s all I’ve blogged about so far this year. Remember my trail run?
Last week I decided to go for a ride. I wasn’t really keen on it. It was a bit windy and my legs were tired from a biggish run the night before. I went to the shop and grabbed a few things and on my way home, I thought that it was a beautiful afternoon and to stop being so lazy and go for the ride!
10kms. Nothing fast, nothing far. In fact, I won’t even ride on my race bike, I’ll just take my commuter bike and just take it easy.
Off I go.
1km into my ride and I’m heading towards a roundabout. I think to myself, I’ll slow down a little bit, then if there are no cars, I’ll just shoot through.
I never even made the roundabout.
I, in a huge error, pulled on the front brakes.
They grabbed and I flew over the handlebars.
I stopped myself with my face.
Some people stopped to help and the looks on their faces were pretty priceless. Or maybe the fact that I was running around on the the road yelling “I need to find my tooth! I need to find my tooth!”
It was never lost, it was still in my mouth, well, half of it anyway.
I rang Steve (thank goodness I had my phone!) and he came and collected me, took the bike home, left the kids with our neigbour and took me straight to the hospital.
They took me in straight away into a resuscitation bed and called trauma over the speakers. I had a giggle as I didn’t think it was that bad (it wasn’t!)
Luckily it wasn’t. I was still holding on to the handlebars when I went over so I banged up my knuckles quite badly, but hey, no broken bones! Not a scratch on my legs, just some pretty horrific bruising. Oh and you know, the half tooth thing…
And you know, gravel rash on my face:
Yep, the hospital had given me some pretty good tablets by that stage. 😉
My hands are still suffering quite badly. The bones and tendons hurt quite a bit still, over a week later. This typing business is painful and slow. Oh and there’s my glasses. They’re in the bin now as they were very damaged, thankfully as they saved more of my face being hurt!
And lastly, here’s a picture of me recovering.
The girls came out with some corker zombie jokes.
It heals more and more each day. Thankfully.