To make a long story short, I am a newish cyclist. This is my 2nd year. I have a wonderful bike (a Lemond Reno) which was purchased for me last year by Paul (cydewaze on this forum), my boyfriend. Last year, I started with clipless pedals and fell down a couple of times, scraping my knees. Then I rode my hybrid in Toronto and had to break suddenly to avoid something that would have ruined my tires. That left me with blood gushing out of my knee.
This year, I am living in rural MD with Paul. After falling with the pedals AGAIN this year and slicing a major wedge out of my knee, we got much better pedals and now I am a pro with them. FINALLY I thought I could move on with my goal to do 100K this year. Well, I started training in earnest 2 weeks ago. I have been making such great progress, getting stronger and beating my own distance records. I actually did 53 miles on the weekend (85K), my longest ever ride, and felt pretty good afterwards!!
Two weeks ago, I was exhausted after doing this 13 mile loop near home. Today I did a double loop of it and felt just fine...I could have even done it a third time, but since I was going to do a more challenging ride tomorrow, I thought this would be a good warmup after my day off yesterday.
I was on my way home and started down this nature trail, which is about half asphalt and half wooden bridges. It rained here yesterday so the path was still damp. Paul keeps telling me not to brake in the middle of a turn, so I was very careful, but I guess braking strongly even while going straight on the damp trail is a BAD idea (it's very steep). This time I didn't topple over. Oh no. I heard a hiss and thought "uh oh" as my picture went upside down. I FLEW through the air (good thing the clipless pedals are on a loose setting!) like superman and landed on my shoulder several feet from the bike. I think I even rolled over a few times from the force. I lay there in a daze for a little while. My shoulder hurt so I wondered if I had dislocated it. Fortunately not, although it hurts to put it in certain positions or to push with it. I then noticed that my knee, the one I ruined last time got RE-RUINED. Even worse this time. Blood and dirt and rocks all over it. It is torn up and hideous.
How much abuse can the same patch of skin take? Can I keep wrecking it over and over?
Anyway, I slowly got up and collected my water bottles which had fallen out of their cages and inspected the bike. The chain had fallen off, but I now know how to re-thread it so that was fine. But I discovered that the rear derailleur got bent so that when you have it on the lowest rear cassette gear it rattles like crazy against the spokes. Hopefully Paul can fix that. I rode all the way home except for the final hill because of the derailleur.
Once home, I tried to clean out the mess, but the dirt is literally ground in and I can't get it off the wound! I have no idea what to do. I did my best, and hopefully the blood and slime will make the dirt slide off eventually. I phoned Paul and he said "maybe this sport is not for you." Which made me really sad because it's the only sport I even remotely enjoy doing!
I am very depressed. Which brings me to question 2, the title of this thread, do you think I was just not meant for cycling? Is this a message from the cycling gods to quit before I end up in the hospital???