First, let me start this by saying “I am un-scathed.” Yet again my little guardian angel appears out of no-where. I call her the ‘ninja guardian.’ She’s had to go places that most angels usually don’t frequent.
I was sick for a week… Weird, how if I jump off of the workout marry-go-round I feel sluggish, not very alert and just want to sit home and eat gluten products.
I’ve been dying to test out my . I have a new app called MapMyRide.
I plug in my headphone (just one for safety) and can listen to pandora while it tracks my stats, i.e. mph, calories burned, heart rate and route. So awesome! I was cruising down a traffic-less open road that goes for miles winding through big farm land and has a consistent view of the Three Sisters.
In the midst of Taylor Swift crooning about her Dad or something, the little MapMyRide lady comes on and says, “You have been riding for 24 minutes, average speed of 12.5 miles per hour. Please prepare for you time trial in 5…4…3…2…1!” And then it’s so fun because I jump out of my seat and peddle like a feen for the next 5 minutes until she tells me to stop. The whole time I’m doing it I’m like laughing and thinking, “I’m SOOOO COOOL! This is sooo cool!” You know you have to have those moments a few times a week when you truely and genuinly think your shit doesn’t stink and that YOU ARE da bomb!
I keep riding and loop my way back from the country and into town. I sweep down this big hill that turns south and crosses Tumalo Creek. But just as I start my descent at about 30 mph I run over this bladed rock and it slices right thru my tire. BAMB!! OMG! I white knuckle it to the shoulder and feather the brake! I look at the tire and it’s shredded and then the $800 rim (hey it’s a hand me down from Jurgen) and the rock actually sliced the rim! Yipes!
My friends were all at work so I had to have my boyfriend leave work and come pick me up. Jeezzee, I swear he and his truck were put on this earth to come get me out of jams! He looks at my wheel, and says, “shit I have no idea how you stayed upright after that rock.”
Anyhoo, last weekend when he asked me to help him install the metal roofing to the gear barn, I said, ‘Sure but I’m not getting on top of that 12 foot high roof.’ His reply and most poignant statement to date was, “Sweety, whenever you have the opportunity to reasonably scare yourself you should do it.” Needless to say, I spent the entire day on top of the roof drilling screws into 5 sheets of metal. And it was NO big deal!
So, today I had the opportunity to reasonably scare myself. Me, my angel, ninja wings and MapMyRide lady, riding 30mph down a forelorned road until my entire front-end explodes and I’m gently shuffled to the soft-sandy shoulder.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Life is never dull in Disneyland.
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