On a Three Hour Tour

We’re about a week away from our half Ironman and should be tapering, but due to some bad weather we still had one big ride to do. And last night was the night. The plan was to ride three hours and hopefully get in close to 50 miles.

All was going well until we turned onto a road that last week was paved and this week was gravel. Dave seemed to be riding fine on the road, but I was worried about busting a tire and considering I’m not really sure how to change a flat, I didn’t want to press my luck. So I stopped to turn around a take another road. But, when I stopped my bike leaned to the side that still had my foot clipped in. The asphalt quickly came up to greet me. I cut my knee and bruised my elbow and hip. I kept yelling at Dave, “DAVE, I’VE FALLEN!”, but he was too far ahead to hear me. I yelled that I wanted to turn around and he finally came back. I then showed him I had fallen and he got out my camera and took a picture.


We reached our turnaround point in 1 hour and 24 minutes, took a bathroom break, and refilled our water bottles. On our return trip, it got windy. So windy that we could only manage 12 mph and were getting blown sideways. And we ran out of daylight, having to cut our trip short by about 25 minutes. We stopped at my parents’ house and they drove us home.

Today I’m sore, but no real damage caused by the fall. The picture’s awesome, though!