Yesterday, I went on a bike ride and had a few firsts. First of all, I went farther than I have before which is awesome.
Here is a screenshot from my map my ride log:
Woot! I have decided that I will ride 100 miles in one shot by the end of the summer. Considering that yesterday was a breeze, I don't think that should be a problem. I never in a million years thought that I would be a distance rider, but....you never know.
The other "first" that I had was my first battle wound. I earned a road gash, not rash....gash. Let's just say that my cleat would not clip out fast enough. Ok, let's just say that *I* didn't clip out fast enough. Fortunately, there wasn't a lot of traffic on the road because it could have been worse. Here she is...the baby gash:
|Sidenote: It is amazingly difficult to take a picture of your elbow, especially when your adrenaline is flowing like the Mississippi River.|
As soon as I got home, he greeted me at the door with a broad grin on his face. He was so proud of my first crash. Ha! See why I love this man?!?!? He numbered off the reasons that he was proud of me and my epic ride. (You see he has been cycling forever and I have only recently become serious about it.)
My boo-boo has now been properly treated with TLC and neosporin and my ego has been properly stroked by my sweetie.
I can't wait to get on my bike and go a little farther. :)