Thank goodness that small scab is all that remains from yesterday's wreck.
Yep, I fell off my bicycle again.
I was riding the triathlon course, flying around the last curve when fwip! I got a flat tire and my bike and I went down. I was more angry than anything else, and had to call the Husbeast to come get me. Some small piece of metal/wire punctured my tire and tube.*^%#*!
I finished my brick when I got home by running something over a mile... Not sure how far, though, because the fall must have shaken up my Garmin- it failed to record distance.
And I dropped my sunglasses in the driveway and they broke.
C'est la vie.
I'm just glad that when I woke up this morning, my wrist and foot felt 95% better.
Lesson learned: I can handle disaster.
In a weird way, I'm glad this happened. Now, if anything happens on race day, I know I can manage.
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