Shae and I were preparing to go on an early morning biking tour down to the beach. I jumped out of bed a bit before she and decided to warm my bones up a little with a quick ride around the block. I pulled back into the driveway and as I was dismounting I lost my balance. The bike went right and I went left. Crashing onto my left shoulder, my face bounced twice and skidded on the cement. I jumped up quickly knowing that all the neighbors had watched my tumbling act.
I went inside and told Shae I wrecked and she started laughing . . . until she saw my bloodied face. We scurried into my bathroom and started first aid. Internal nose bleed, check. Skinned external nose, check. Fat lip, check. Shoulder pain, check. Neosporin, check. Tylenol, check.
Shae says "That was the shortest bike ride ever Mom". "Oh no, no, no" I firmly reply, "We're still riding". Shae looks at me, stunned and quips "Way to get back on the horse, Mom".
So we jumped on our bikes and rode almost 7 miles with a quick stop at Starbucks. I am so tough for a 54 year old woman.
I know I'm going to feel this tomorrow.
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