Crash!

Today I fell off my bike for the first time...as an adult. I was riding to class with a box in a bag hanging from my handlebars and I just plain got tangled up and ended up on the asphalt in the middle of an intersection. Good thing it was right in front of the hospital and a police officer happended to be directing traffic right there.

Its a weird feeling crashing on my bike. I wasn't embarassed, I wasn't really hurt, I was actually kind of proud. Bizarre, I know. But its like conquering a fear, riding on the street is always scary because of cars, the rain, etc, but this fall shows me that I can survive. Not that I will everytime, but that it's not the end of the world this time.

It's also ironic that my first crash was caused by none other than yours truly. I'm always worried that I'll get side swiped by a car, or left turned into when cars aren't paying attention to me, but nope. I will crash because of my own ignorance and lack of preparedness. Silly girl!

I'm happy that it happened the way it did with no cars behind me to run me over and a slow speed. Sadly as the hours pass my body gets more and more sore. I woke up at 11:30pm (yes I went to sleep at 8:45pm because i was exhausted) and now I can't go back to sleep. I discovered that I have a fabric burn on my right shoulder likely from where my sweater pulled as I slid across the street. I have a bruise on my left shin. My neck is now sore (think whiplash) My wrist is getting more stiff. And I managed to get a scrape on my right elbow through my sweater (which is still in one piece).

Quite the stresful morning to be sure. I'll be glad when I'm home in by BF's arms. That's all I look forward to these days.