Time to let the contact patch heal.
Years ago, I had a commute that involved being on a rail trail. I did not own a mountain bike at the time. One day, I was taking a little short cut that involved a short, steep, hard-packed dirt section. I don't remember exactly what caused it, but my bike stopped suddenly and my body did not. I was up out of the saddle. I contacted the stem with my nether regions. TOOK MY BREATH AWAY.
I made it to work. I couldn't tie my boots because I couldn't bend over. My boss - a man - gasped when I told him where I got hit. No one questioned my not tying my boots (or walking awkwardly) that day. I ended up with a 2" bruise in the area of my pubis bone. Ow, ow, and ow.
But it was almost worth it for the looks on the faces of my male co-workers when I described the incident. It didn't hurt me any where near as bad as it would have hurt a man, so they all envisioned how it would have felt to them, not me.
Love God. Love your neighbor. Change the world. It really is that simple.
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