Today I totally wiped out on my bike. Not my new bike...the "white Porsche" as one of my co-workers called it. No, I wiped out on my "old" bike. Perhaps this was its way of asserting its jealousy, but one minute I was riding peacefully along and the next I was sliding across the pavement.

It's funny how those things happen so fast. Upright one minute, the next the feeling of, "oh...I'm falling. Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. My hands! My head! Oh head didn't really hit the ground. owowowowowowow."

Then I sat up and used a different word to describe the experience. And then I was just kind of pissed off.

Ten minutes later as the hubby and I biked through campus I was laughing about it. And now I sit here, not even a scratch to show for all my trouble since it's October and I was wearing a lot of clothes. My elbow took the brunt of the impact and I am hoping tomorrow it will have a bruise or something. My way of saying to the world, "Look at me! I am a biker!"

Prior to all this excitement, we had been at Target Field watching a very exciting Twins game. We won! Wednesday we will be at Game 1 of the American League Division Series. I cannot wait. I've got a good feeling about the Twins in the post-season.

In other news, ever seen four-year olds play soccer? We went to the Little Guy's soccer class last week. So cute and funny. Lots of falling. Some tears. The Little Guy said it was "awesome". Perhaps he'll be the next Renaldo, although I am hoping he'll get into baseball.


Anonymous said…
Ow. Sounds like a busy weekend.

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