When I was young, I’d be scared of noises in the night. No, let’s face it, even well into my adulthood – if I hear something go “bump” in the night – my reaction is to freak out and over think it.
But what happened this week infuriated me. I got “bumped” not once, but twice on my commute home. Both times waiting for the light to turn green in all my spandex neon and blinky light splendor.
The first time I was bumped by someone’s side mirror as she was turning right. Honestly, I don’t even think she knew that she made me stumble. The second time, the guy behind me must have spaced out and let his foot of the brake… rolling right into me. At least he (and another driver) realized that I was laying on the ground and got out to apologize.
I have to admit that I’m 100x thankful that nothing got broken and I’m still alive. But I’ve taken my 2x signs from the heavens and I’ll be sticky to the trails – even if it means I have to plan more to get my training in.
Today, it would have been easier to get my tempo pieces in on a road bike… but instead I (kinda) figured it out on the trail. Not perfect… and it’ll take me some time to get there.
On the other hand, today’s weather was spectacular, my ride pretty awesome – and I remembered why I love mountain biking when I had to carry my bike through a thigh high stream. 🙂 It’s the little things!