Yesterday I did the 36 mile training ride for The Ride for Missing Children.Today I decided to do the 40 mile ride since I haven't been getting out as much as I like. I knew if I did this I'd be feeling pretty pumped and ready for The Ride. Today I was really struggling with the hills, my legs were more tired than I realized from yesterday's ride. For the first time this year a Shepard was often close by giving encouragement and suggestions to make things easier. On our return trip on the last big hill a Shepard was right next to me. I was keeping my head down and my eyes on the tire in front of me and I put my hands on the top of the handle bars. I was focused on making it up that hill without falling to the back of the pack. Then I heard "Rider down!" I looked up and saw a rider down and others joining her. With my hands out of position,which I had never done before, I didn't react quickly enough and I flipped over the top of my bike and landed on a pile of bikes and riders. It was a very scary moment. Fortunately, I was the only one injured. One gentleman couldn't finish the ride because his bike was damaged. When we got back to our starting point a doctor that's doing the ride came over and checked my injuries. He called the ER room and ordered the x-ray so I got right in. I broke the bone on the side of hand. On Monday I went to an orthopedic doctor. He had to reset the bones. Other than my hand I just have some pretty bruises all over my body. I feel fortunate that I came out in this good of shape.
3-15-18 Daffs at Sunset -
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