A Lot To Smile About

Some days don't go according to plan. 

This afternoon to took my trusty road bike out for a spin. Here's the sequence of events: 

1) Hopped on my bike and headed South on Colby.
2) Several miles from home I ran into a parked car and ended up on middle of busy street. 
3) Continued riding for six or seven miles until I realized it wasn't going to be my day. 
4) Limped home to face the wrath and condemnation from my loving wife.  

When given the choice between a parked car and a moving car; I'll go parked every time. It was almost a non-event, but the mirror caught me in the shoulder and there was nowhere to go but down. Given the nature of pavement, all the compromise in sudden deceleration took place in my body. The owner of the vehicle happened to be in his yard and ran out into the street. Thankfully, his concern was for me and not his nineteen eighty something POC. My concern, at least initially, was if anything was broken. Once confident I could get up, my concern turned to my bike. As soon as all was sorted, I saddled up and moved on. 

I count myself lucky. It could have been much worse. A little skin, some torn clothing, a few chips of paint and I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up tomorrow feeling like I swan-dived into the street. Oh wait, I did. 

Michelle's initial concern quickly yielded to open mocking, "You're as bad as little kid; always falling off your bike."

For the record, it's not always. Second, it's only the first time since I've been able to ride again. Finally, no harm, no foul, right!

I don't think tomorrow morning is going to be a good time to go on about how sore I predict I'll be. I'm planning ahead; lots of Advil and I'll smile a lot.   

I've got a lot to smile about. If it weren't for weight loss surgery and a loss of 115 pounds I wouldn't be able to running and riding and be active like I am. A little scrap here and there is nothing. 

I'm a lucky guy!


PS - Yes, (Wife, Mother, Worried Types) I'll be careful out there.