Off the Bike and the Wagon
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Sunday my best friend and I rode our mountain bikes along the river trail. I was having a great time; we saw osprey and deer. On the way back, though, I suddenly lost balance and realized that I was going to fall. Luckily, there was a patch of dirt and weeds on the side of the trail, so that's what I steered for and crashed on.
A lady walking on the trail had just stepped to the side for me and came running to my aid; the poor woman probably thought she made me fall somehow. I didn't really know what happened, because I grew up riding bikes, and I hadn't fallen since I was 12 and tore a big hole in my brand new jeans, upsetting my mom very much.
I knew right away I wasn't hurt, other than scrapes and bruises, but all joints were functional, so I jumped up and saw the lady pick something black up off the trail. At first I thought my cell phone had fallen out of my pocket, but then I realized it was a pedal. The crash wasn't my fault at all, the pedal had broken off!
While my friend inspected the bike and bent the front wheel back where it was supposed to be, I started feeling woozy and sat down for a while. Then, I was okay to walk the bike back to the truck. I was thanking God and St. Anthony for keeping me from getting hurt any worse; I could have easily broken or sprained something.
My friend tried to fix the pedal, but it was completely stripped. While I was at home putting neosporin on my scrapes and ointment on the bruises, he went to Walmart and exchanged it for me; it was still under warranty, and the model was discontinued, so he was able to get a brand new Schwinn for me (purple to match my bruises), only having to pay $26 for the difference instead of the $50 something it would have cost.
The last three days, I went to work, even though my neck, left shoulder, elbow, hip, and knee were bruised and hurting, but at least I had a story to tell my students when they asked what I did during spring break. Afterwards, I just went home, put more ointment on, and slept, then vegetated on the couch.
The last two days, I craved fast food, so I went to Sonic. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist less than healthy food, so my fous was damage control. I managed not to order the footlong coney dog, even though it called to me; I stuck with the small one. Yesterday, I opted for the breakfast steak/egg burrito; way too much fat and calories, but at least low carbs. Both times, I ate the sweet potato tots; sweet potatoes at least are better for blood sugar control than regular ones. (I can only recommend them, they are addictive.)
I decided not to feel guilty; a few days without much movement and too many carbs and fat are probably part of the overall thing, if I'm into this healthy lifestyle thing for the long haul.
Today I made up for it. Oatmeal, blueberries, glucerna bar, lean cuisine, spinach/egg soufflee, lean pocket. Granted, it was mainly packaged food, because I don't feel up to shopping/cooking yet, but it's a big step up from the last couple of days. Then I walked around the lake behind the apartments. 3 miles in 1 hour. It was fun, and my hip didn't start hurting until the last half mile. I did get a couple of blisters somehow, but they're not too bad.
My bruises range from yellow to purple now, but they're slowly healing. And I'm back on the wagon.