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June 7, 1997: In a mad dash around the apartment getting ready for work, I hit my left toes on a drafting table. The pain was dizzying. However, I stuffed my foot into a pair of shoes with a fairly stiff sole and hobbled to work. I was in pain all day.
That evening, however, I headed out on a ride. After all, my cycling shoes have stiff soles and I figured the sole would support my toe. It did. And since I don't pedal with my toes anyway, my foot didn't feel too bad.
I was riding with a friend, and all was going well until, through one section I was riding behind him, and he stopped suddenly. I ran right into his wheel. Normally, as I fell to the side, I would have put my foot down to stop the fall. This time, however, I didn't put my foot down because my brain sent out an urgent message to my body that if I did, I would be in horrible pain (because of the toe). For some unknown reason, I didn't even let go of the handlebars. I went down right on my left rib cage.
When I went to the Dr., we discovered that I cracked my left ribs, had cracked my toe in my left foot in the morning ... and then because I hesitated over the answer to the question, "when was your last tetanus shot", he gave me a shot in my left arm rendering it useless.
I was sick with the pain the next day and couldn't ride, but the day after I was back on the bicycle again.