#DocumentBadDaysToo

 DOCUMENT THE BAD DAZE TOO.

DOCUMENT THE BAD DAZE TOO.

They say that in cycling there are two kinds of people; those that have crashed and those that are going to crash. Today, while out on an innocent training ride with friends from the tri club; my lucky streak ended - an anomaly no longer.

We had been going hammer and tongs for about 90 minutes when I realised I hadn't had a drop of water yet. I reached for my bottle, popped the top and looked to the heavens as i slammed my thirst - totally oblivious to the fact that I was about 5mm off the tyre of the bike in front of me. A slight readjustment of his wheel and a squeeze of the breaks and it was curtains. I hit hit the deck like a sack of sliding potatoes - my only thought was; "blank." Instinct took over, I couldn't take another scar to the face (5 plus 1 more equals too many, touch wood) so a head-over-the-handle-bars performance greeted the ground with elbows and for the record the boney structure took it like a champ. Do recommend.

As I've only been training with "the boys" for a couple weeks this was an opportunity to show my strength; I got up dusted myself off and hopped straight back on the bike...What a warrior. I put myself in their shoes and was just thinking "Wowee, this guy must be like a piece of iron." A little under 60 seconds later I was dropped (for un-cyclists that's when you can't keep up with the pace of the group you're riding with).
How's the heroic get up looking now big dog?
Should'a played it up; I thought. Damn.

I was down. Bruised and battered I limped through the back door, hoping to be greeted by someone that doesn't ride bikes and doesn't understand that this occurrence was just part of the sport. Instead, it was Columbus, my dog, that came charging up to me - not a bad result. I asked him to take a piktcha; "Brah I need to document the bad daze too!" What I love about dogs is they just get it; he said nothing and then snapped a ripper (see piktcha...I look a little too sad, but I was in character at the time) or mum did, can't remember. Anyway, irrelevant.

I went to the nurse post. She gave me a shot of tetanus and sympathy, then covered me in so many plasters I looked like I'd been to war. I feel like a bit of a wuss now if I'm completely honest, BUT I've been getting table service at home all day, so who's laughing now!? Yeah damn right. Anyway out of action for a day or so apparently, in the famous words of... ... someone "It's character building." So let's go with that

#DocumentBadDaysToo

TTYL

Tyg xo