Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Rainman: "I'm an excellent driver."
Me: "I'm an excellent faller."
Remember how I fell on the treadmill way back when? Well, Monday evening at our first group cycling practice for the sprint triathlon, I fell on my bike....
We were climbing some pretty good hills (which surprised me, this being the first meet. Plausible explanation: "Low traffic area.") I haven't spent enough time on my new bike on hills (read = 0), and am obviously unfamiliar with the gears. I was in much too high a gear for the hill, was standing on my pedals (clipped in) and just gave out of forward motion. Over I went like Arte Johnson on his trike (for those of you too young to understand the reference, I'm trying not to hate you :) ). I untangled myself, got up and, knowing I couldn't get started midhill, I pushed to the crest of the hill. When I reached the top and got back on, I found my chain to be off and jammed between the chain ring and the pedal. I finally got it unjammed and - with the help of one of the coaches - got it back on. The coach also encouraged me to lower the gear on the forward crankset for hill climbing. This action would have come naturally on my old bike, but on the new one, I kind of froze with indecision while struggling up the hill, afraid to make the wrong move, so made none!
I finished the route with my greasy hands and bleeding knee and elbow, did the cool downs and stretches with the group, and humbly made my way home.
My bike has its first scar. With my history, I have a feeling it will not be its last!