This week has been a terrible week for training. My DH changed his schedule around and started leaving for work earlier a couple times a week. That combined with my laziness and the heat has made it way too easy to loose my motivation.
Finally on Thursday, I found the motivation to get out the door for a quick run before Allan left for work. It was a decent run despite the heat, but I crossed paths with a cottonmouth in the road which I think motivated me to run a bit faster.
Knowing I needed to get at least some tri training in this week, I decided to run and bike today. I’ve been doing a lot better on the bike. My balance is improving and I can dismount without falling on my ass, which is always a bonus.
Once again, the heat made the 3 mile run tough. With the unbearable heat and humidity, even my eyelids were sweating.
After an extended Gatorade and water break transition, I hopped on my bike for a 10.5 mile. However, I think the heat has made people drive like lunatics. Or is there a full moon?
On 4 different occasions, I nearly became road kill today. First, when I exited my neighborhood, a commercial van flew passed me scaring the tar out of me. Whenever I see commercial vans driving like idiots, I make a mental note to never use their services.
After about 5 miles into my ride, I was making pretty good time. Then, a mini-van backed out of her drive without looking and nearly hit me. I swerved out of the way by hopping on the sidewalk. That’s when I noticed the “Baby on Board” sign in the rear view mirror. Great. So, she can drive a jackhole and run others over because she has a baby in the car.
The mini-van passed me, but eventually slowed down when a cement mixer began to reverse in the road. When the cement mixer spotted the mini-van, he let her pass, but I guess he didn’t see me behind Miss Mini-Van. When she passed him, he proceeded to back up again and I had to swerve out of the way by hopping on the sidewalk again.
I should have taken these all as signs to call it quits, but I continued pedaling. Then, a pick-up truck backed out his driveway without looking and nearly hit me. Once again, I swerved onto the sidewalk to avoid getting hit, but this time I hit the curb. I flew off my bike, landed on my knee and shoulder and rolled slamming my face into the concrete. It happened so fast that I honestly do not remember the sequence of events, but the results of the crash are evident on my right cheek, right knee and right shoulder.
I was pissed MAD! The crash caused my handlebars to bend and twist out of alignment. My body ached. Feeling like my training had been crushed due to almost being squashed, I had no choice to hop on my bike and head home.
A lady in a SUV witnessed my accident and stopped to offer assistance. Thinking back, I should have asked to borrow her phone and called Allan to come get me, but I was so mad and in shock that I couldn’t think clearly. Instead, I pedaled home on bike with crooked handlebars.
7. 51 miles
Once back home about a half hour after my spill, I had the worst headache and my vision went funny. There appeared to be a blurry or hazing in my peripheral vision. I took some Tylenol and called my doctor to see if I need emergency care. While on hold with the doctor’s office, the headache and my vision disappeared, so I never went to the doctor but I took it easy for the rest of the day. Later in the day, I began to feel a pain near my ribs, which I assume is a bruised rib.
Allan suggested I bike the trail near our house, but the psycho cyclists on the trail scare me. I think they may hurt me worse than an idiot driver. Allan also thinks that it may be time to abandon the biking thing. Running is definitely my strongest sport.