Bruised and Battered
I recently got my first set of clipless pedals for my bicycle.
And now I'm falling down. A lot.
Or at least it seems like a lot. People keep telling me that everyone falls, and I'm sure it's true but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
This morning before coming to the office I went on bike ride with a bunch of people, and I was doing really well: clipping in, clipping out, going up hills, the whole way. Right foot is good, left foot is good. After getting coffee in Gruene a few folks rode home but the rest of us carried onward. Looking back I probably should have just ridden home, grabbed a shower and something to eat. But I decided to follow the rest of the group and trek into the hills. Anyway, I don't really know what happened, but in the last quarter of the ride everyone unclipped, everyone stopped--well, not everyone--my feet and my legs didn't listen to my brain, and it was like in slow motion as I kept tilting to the left, more and more and more until the theory of gravity (and it is still technically a theory) took over and I crashed onto my hip and thigh. After a lot of cursing, and I mean a lot of cursing, I got back up and rode successfully all the way back to the starting point at the bike shop. But I was upset at myself for the rest of the ride.
I'm going to hit the roads again on Sunday. I hope I don't make a complete ass of myself this time.
Writer living in Central Texas.