A rainy day in New York City (and a day off from work at JackRabbit Sports) calls for baking and napping.
I made a loaf of Paleo chocolate chip banana bread and enjoyed a brief siesta this afternoon. After a late night JRab shoe biomechanics class and an early morning brick workout, I needed a nap.
So switching gears a bit, remember way back when I blogged about my Chinese horoscope? Remember the injury projection and how I predicted a bike wipe out?
Well, it happened yesterday morning.
Our bike session in Central Park started off great. My coach led one pace line and told me to take the front spot on the other—progress! Anyway, as we made our way through the park, he told me to try moving into aero. Riding this way makes me nervous, and honestly, I haven’t been able to hold this position on the road yet.
Being in aero while my bike’s hooked up to an indoor trainer is fine. On the road, though, I can place only one arm on the aerobars; when I try to shift the other, things feel unstable, and I always chicken out. But he’s my coach, and I trust him, so I gave it a shot, slowing moving my right hand and arm from the handlebars to the aerobars.
When I made the adjustment on the left, my bike drifted that way, and I panicked and overcompensated: I steered too far to the right, which caused my bike and my coach’s bike to collide. He’s an experienced cyclist, so he rode through it, but I went down and took another teammate with me.
Thankfully, everyone is fine. I’m a little cut up on my knee (I’ll spare you pictures), but nothing serious. The actual wipe out didn’t hurt, but I felt really bad: My rookieness caused practice to stop and created an unsafe environment.
Even though I felt so frustrated and defeated, I got back in the saddle and finished the ride. I wasn’t in a great place mentality, and my coach definitely noticed and gave me a pep talk. My teammates were great too, checking in throughout the day and making sure I was feeling OK.
On the bright side, I couldn’t have asked for a better (?) first wipe out. After all, I was riding with my coach and teammates, so I wasn’t alone, and we were in a familiar location. Plus, no one was seriously injured. And it’s the nature of the sport too. As my Twitter buddy Chris so eloquently says:
How do you pick yourself up after you’ve been knocked down?