Sunday, June 24, 2012
Baby Stewie was in a crabby mood today, so I took him for a walk. It started out as a ride, until he flung me off a bridge going over some rocks. He didn't even seem to appreciate that my ribs cushioned his fall. Shortly after that, he ran me into a tree. I completed my ride, though it was a shortened version. I had wanted to hit as many of the trails as I could and stay out for a couple hours. Instead, I did about one outer loop of the trail, walked a bunch, and stayed out about an hour, went home, and took a nap.
Now, I'm up at my sweetie's, killing time before what should be a gloriously bad vampire movie. Since she's a nurse, this one time I took her advice and took some ibuprofen and feel much better. Not sure if it's good enough to go for the road ride and run I had planned for later tonight. That might have to wait until tomorrow after I buy a new helmet. My not only did I hit my head hard enough for the helmet to crunch, it appears to have a crack in it. Yes, the crunch alone was enough for me to buy a new one. The crack just makes me all the more thankful for helmets.
My teammates, God love 'em, have taken the attitude that on the helmet busting front, I'm way behind schedule this year. It's almost like I give them crap for breaking helmets. And carbon frames. And carbon forks. And wheels. And...you get the idea.