New Bikes= Some Serious Road Rash

Joe and I have finally purchased some road bikes. We are so excited. It's perfect timing because now we can use them in the Winward Physical Therapy Biathlon this weekend. We spent all afternoon yesterday at bike shops deciding which ones we liked the best. We ended going with our usual bike shop. Somehow they always seem to suck us in... I told them yesterday that I hated their store. They laughed at me.

We were excited to get on and go for a ride. We ended up going to Meridian and back. I was impressed with how much easier it is to go 30 miles on a road bike versus a mountain bike. I knew it would be easier but I didn't know it would make that big of a difference.

The ride there was awesome. We had a great bike path almost the entire way to my Aunt Cindy's. We decided to take a different route and broaden our horizon a bit on the way back. Everything was great until we hit a road that was under construction. It looked like they had ground off a good two inches of road so there was a lip to get to the sidewalk. Too bad I didn't notice the lip until my face hit the concrete on the sidewalk! I hit my head so hard. I looked up to find Joe running back towards me. I sat up and blood was gushing everywhere. My first thought was "well at least we get 25 percent off at the hospital". By the time I sat up and was wondering what I should use to wipe the blood up with (to try and see how bad it really was) two vehicles had stopped to help. These people were amazing. They were all so genuine. Someone grabbed some warm water that was in their car and poured it over my head and the other people grabbed some napkins from their car. Needless to say we got cleaned up and were on our way... kindof. My one hand is so scrapped up that I couldn't hang on to the handle bar so I was only hanging on with my thumb and two first fingers. The people were insistent to give us a ride but I told them it was like getting bucked off a horse. You have to get back on and ride. They didn't pester me after that so I guess it worked.

Joe and I made it home safely after that. We went pretty slow considering the condition I was in. We still don't know if I should have gotten stitches. The wound it pretty narrow but it is deep. This morning my eye is pretty swollen (in case you're worrying grandma I did put ice on it) and it is black. It's going to be pretty embarrassing to go to work tomorrow. My boss is never going to let me live this down.



I put this picture in here to show what an awesome husband I have. He was so concerned the whole time. After I got cleaned up I was freezing. He got me my robe and fixed me some hot chocolate.
This is how my battle wound looks after 36 hours.