This afternoon, all of us went across the street for me to practice more. We came to a point that the two little boys and I needed to do U-turn (the big boy was walking) to continue our laps. We needed to stop because a car was coming. I clipped out my right foot (contrary to how I had been practicing) and then somehow slightly tipped left. There's that point of no return - it's a really bad feeling. You know you're going down and there's not a thing you can do. You are one with the bike so down you go. It's really embarrassing when another adult sees you totally wipe out like that. There's just not a graceful way to act like you weren't just a total and absolute klutz. I kind of felt sorry for her because she didn't know whether she should stop and check on me or not. (Of course, she may have wanted to stop, but may not have been able to stop laughing. She kept hesitating like she didn't know what to do.) When I stopped laughing, I saw I had a pretty skinned up knee and probably a really nice bruise on my hip, but not so bad so I try again.
We meet Keith way down on the other end. Of course, James is way ahead of me so he spilled the beans. My sweet husband is thinking how he can help and as I pass him again he waves me down to slow down and practice. Guess what. Of course. I go down....again. The exact same way, hitting the exact same spots. He felt so badly. I felt so stupid. I just made those same mistakes. Barry would remind me that that would be the definition of insane. (Same actions expecting a different outcome, that is.) I would proffer, just not coordinated or not able to think fast enough. That time, I wasn't laughing. I got back on the bike, but it was more because I knew if I didn't we probably just wasted a lot of money.
All the boys have encouraged me that it won't take many of these incidences until I remember. I can understand why. Your body part clearly will start revolting. Let's pray that the bike wrecks are over for the week year. (Of course, James has been quick to let me know that mine was not a wreck or a crash....I just fell over. I think it sounds much better to say I crashed. It sure felt like I crashed into the asphalt. Think I'm sticking with that story - would appreciate it if you would tell it like that. Sounds much more.....tough.)
