Tonight I pumped up the tires and adjusted the brakes and derailer on my bike, found my shoes and helmet, filled my Camelbak, and threw all of it in the trunk and headed up to Gatineau Park for a little ride. While I was there, I learned some new tricks with math. Specifically: kev + clipless pedals + going backwards + rocky hill = a bit of a disaster
I hadn’t been on my mountain bike for over a year, and I made a tiny little error when I shifted up instead of down while climbing a hill. Basically that killed my momentum dead, and I started to turn to the left as I stalled. I managed to kick out my right cleat, which helped me not at all because I had turned to the left, so was earthbound on the left side of the bike, whose pedal still had my left foot firmly attached. To break my fall I broke the cardinal rule and attempted to use my hands to cushion the blow.
Rocky hill 2 (still rocky, still a hill, no visible marks), kev 0 (wrenched wrist, skinless left knee)
After a couple minutes of excruciating pain, the desire to turn my stomach inside-out — from wanting to do nothing but throw up — subsided, and I continued on. The view from Champlain Point was totally worth it, and the dinner at Pierre and Carol’s after was awesome. These are the same folks I do my Wed night runs with, and I’ve missed them dearly. They were on the rocky hill, too, and to their credit they didn’t laugh at me until much later.
Next time will be better, and my pride is like my hand: a little bruised, but it’ll be fine.
I am soooo glad to be home.