Ow
I've had my first bike spill of the season.
En route to work this morning, I took a turn along the detoured bike path (the proper bike path, the pleasant one along the waterfront, being under some sort of construction, the city has decided to re-route the detour so that two lanes of bikes, travelling in both directions, must now cycle on the sidewalk along a very busy Lakeshore Blvd. Dodging streetlamps on the right, and eastbound cyclists on the left makes mornings far more adventurous than I should prefer), in turning I hit a patch of loose gravel and stuff, and felt the bike slide out from under me.
Landed on one knee and both palms on the gravel, and am now scraped and a bit bruised, otherwise unharmed. Well, my forearm feels kinda funny, so I might have wrenched something in trying to regain control of the bike (which seems to be o.k.)
Picked myself up, hobbled off the path so as not to inconvenience other cyclists, muttering four-letter words (and a few choice words of longer than four letters), concerning detours, gravel, my own skills as a cyclist, and my general displeasure with the situation, rummaged in bike bag for face wipes, cleaned gravel and dirt out of palms and knee, embarrassed myself by crying (not that anyone could see, but crying when you fall off your bike is such a girl thing.), got back on bike and continued on to work, grateful that I had a change of clothes (trousers now being covered with dust and slightly bloody).
Now my knee and palms sting. Every so often, I forget and rest my palms against my keyboard, then utter more choice terms and pull them away quickly.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Stupid detour. Stupid gravel. Stupid Zingerella, not having cycling gloves (I shall buy some tonight). Stupid, stupid, stupid, ow.
Happy Monday.
En route to work this morning, I took a turn along the detoured bike path (the proper bike path, the pleasant one along the waterfront, being under some sort of construction, the city has decided to re-route the detour so that two lanes of bikes, travelling in both directions, must now cycle on the sidewalk along a very busy Lakeshore Blvd. Dodging streetlamps on the right, and eastbound cyclists on the left makes mornings far more adventurous than I should prefer), in turning I hit a patch of loose gravel and stuff, and felt the bike slide out from under me.
Landed on one knee and both palms on the gravel, and am now scraped and a bit bruised, otherwise unharmed. Well, my forearm feels kinda funny, so I might have wrenched something in trying to regain control of the bike (which seems to be o.k.)
Picked myself up, hobbled off the path so as not to inconvenience other cyclists, muttering four-letter words (and a few choice words of longer than four letters), concerning detours, gravel, my own skills as a cyclist, and my general displeasure with the situation, rummaged in bike bag for face wipes, cleaned gravel and dirt out of palms and knee, embarrassed myself by crying (not that anyone could see, but crying when you fall off your bike is such a girl thing.), got back on bike and continued on to work, grateful that I had a change of clothes (trousers now being covered with dust and slightly bloody).
Now my knee and palms sting. Every so often, I forget and rest my palms against my keyboard, then utter more choice terms and pull them away quickly.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Stupid detour. Stupid gravel. Stupid Zingerella, not having cycling gloves (I shall buy some tonight). Stupid, stupid, stupid, ow.
Happy Monday.