The joys of crashing your bike
So I finally get some time off from work. My job consists of me working in a reactive form of customer needs. So when nobody is complaining I get stay at home and not work.
Down time at work for me usually consists of lots of bike time. Road and Mountain alike, weather permitting.
So I rode the rode bikes a few times this week. My first time to actually ride on the roadie since moving to Charlotte. Nothing eventful other than realizing there is a lot more uphill roads here than in Louisiana.
Mountain biking however is a different story. I've visited the ER twice thus far (Twice in 3 days). The first visit involved a crash, rocks, cracked helmet, and an impending gash to the head which led to ER visit number one and some staples to the head. The second visit involved some speed and obstacle induced sprained hand and severely bruised limbs on the left side of my body.
My body is beat all to hell and back. Yet, I had so much fun abusing my body in this fashion. No I'm not emo and enjoy cutting myself and beating my body to hell and back. However, it's so exhilarating to get out and have so much fun. At the end of the day the injuries are worth it because it's a gift to be able to get out there and peddle yourself into the circumstances that the lazy don't get to enjoy. Crashes included. The only problem I have right now is that I have to go back to work and put cycling (again) third in my life (wife = 1 work = 2).
More crashes to follow soon. If you're not crashing you're not learning, so I'm told.