Hello blog! I forgot about you for awhile....oopps....typical. Don't have much of an attention span sometimes! Anyway, not much going on it my world out of the ordinary except my "training" for the Tour De Tucson this weekend. Matt and his Dad have participated in the race for awhile and this year invited me to come along. They are quite hardcore bikers and will be doing the 66 mile race, while I will be lucky to finish the 40 miles I have signed up for.
So, due to the upcoming race, Matt and I have spent the past two Sunday's going on "long" rides. 24 miles two weeks ago, and 28 this past Sunday during which time I have discovered that there is still a 2 year old living inside of me, and crashing on my bike is what brings her back out! Two Sundays ago I couldn't unclip my pedal correctly and ate some massive shit in Matt's front yard. Luckily this was AFTER the ride when normal people like Matt were putting theirs bikes away and getting cleaned up. Not me! I managed to end up in a heap of bike, dirt, blood, and tears in the front yard and needed Matt to untangle me. I am still sporting a nice bike gear gash up the back of my calf.
Now...on to this past Sunday....I was nervous, did NOT want to crash again, and worried I couldn't keep up with Matt, etc. We headed out, and about 4 miles from the house I see Matt stopped waiting for me to catch up. I come rolling up and once again "forget" (or the damn thing is a piece of crap that doesn't work!!) to unclip my left shoe again before attempting to stop. This leads to me toppling over in slow motion and ending up on the ground attached to the bike AGAIN. Damn. So, I do what most normal 30 year olds do. Got up, kicked the bike, stomped my foot, freaked out about my skinned knee and burst into tears. Then I sat on the curb and left my bike in the road. It wasn't until a car of teenage boys pulled over to see if I was ok did I snap out of it and realize I was throwing a massive temper tantrum.
Teenagers: "Woa, is she ok??"
Matt: "Yeah, yeah she is fine...thanks"
Me: "I AM NOT FINE!!!!!!!!! I HATE MY BIKE"
Teenagers: "Um...man, are you sure???"
Me: snapping out of my insanity and jumping up from the curb...."uh, uh, yeah, I am ok, just a klutz"
Matt: cupping my face with his hands now in "tough love" voice...."Get up, get on your bike and we are going to practice unclipping...this HAS to stop happening"
Well, thankfully Matt knows me better than I know myself sometimes and him getting all tough made me pissed enough to get back on the bike and bang out the next 24 miles with no problems. In fact, it turned out to be a great ride. The funny thing to me is how INSANELY frustrated I got. I mean, I really wanted to chuck that damn bike into oncoming traffic, which is very out of character...but maybe not. I wonder if that terrible twos kid still lives in all of us sometimes???
Here is to hoping I stay in one piece on Saturday. Matt won't be with me b/c he will be riding the longer course, so I am a little nervous, but I put a first aid kit in my backpack, so hopefully I'll be just fine!
