little bitty girl

I had my first spill on my bike a couple of weeks ago and I thought that I would share. Haven't I told you that sharing is caring? It was a very unfortunate incident on an early morning enroute to work and I managed to make a group of pre-schoolers cry. I have several different routes to work and this one takes me through a residential area. It had been raining and the leaves had managed to cover a minor pot hole on the sidewalk. A quick crash and I was down. Right in front of the group of pre-schoolers holding hands, out on their morning walk. One cried and of course, the rest of them started. What is it about children at this age? Is it a mutual sympathy thing?

Of course, the first thing on my mind is not that I fell, scraped my knee and bruised my thigh. My first thought were the very fabulous boots I had on, bought at the end of the season. What can I say? I am lucky to be blessed with small feet that I can wait to the very end of season sales. I always seem to score. I got these great vintage style boots for $225 marked down from $750. That, of course was my most foremost thought after crashing. Was whether the boots survived the fall. (They did).

Yes, I really am that superficial.

My second thought was that, I haven't had a knee scab or such a doozy of a bruise since high school years of playing field hockey. And how much I am looking forward to picking it.

Yes, I really am that gross.

I obviously have issues I need to work on.