I learned one of those life lessons yesterday that I would have rather lived my life without actually learning.
Since we got our new dog, Scooter (see AUG 10 post), I have been taking him out for a run every morning while the boys eat their breakfast. Actually, Scooter runs while I ride my bike (leash in hand). We head out for about 20 minutes of a fast paced trek on the local paved bike trails around a couple of parks in our community.
Scooter does well to stay on the path and runs well ahead of me, while I crank my pedals to keep at his pace. It must be quite a site to see because everyone we pass points and grins at this little black dog racing like a little greyhound at the track.
Anyway, yesterday we went out for our round of speed as usual. It had rained overnight and the trails were wet. It was amusing to watch Scooter leap over the puddles as he raced down the pathway. As we completed our regular lap around Lake Wabukayne we approached an area where the pavement is replaced by a short boardwalk by the water's edge.
Riding at full speed, 30 km/hr +, I rode my bike onto the wooden walkway and before I knew what had happened, both tires slid sideways and I crashed down onto my back and left shoulder with the bike landing on top of me. I slid forward for another 6 or 8 feet with the bicycle chewing up the damp wooden slats underneath.
I attempted to utter a swear word (which I don't do often) but with the breath knocked out of my lungs, I could get nothing out but a meager grunt.
Scooter stopped at the end of the leash and looked back at me with surprise. It took me a couple of minutes to regroup, get back on the seat and make my way back home.
Today, I hurt. All over. My back, shoulder, bicep, chest, shin (where I cracked it on the bike) and more.
It's probably been 30 years since I've wiped out on a bicycle. It hurts a lot more than I remember!