every few days, i get a bit weighed down because of the emotional heaviness of work. it’s pretty deep stuff and the brokenness of humankind. and i think that’s why we also have a lot of fun and laughter together. there’s got to be some release from the intensity we encounter every day. this morning i was telling one of my favourite co-workers about my weekend, namely a bike crash i had on saturday.
it was amazingly sunny and delightfully warm that i was pulled outside instead of doing uninspiring things like buying stuff to make an emergency car kit.
i headed off to a solid favourite: old colorado city. i went up a street i hadn’t biked before and faced a hill up ahead. for a city in the mountains, i’ve been able to avoid big hills except sometimes i come across one like i did on saturday.
i started up it… then geared down a bit… and then stood up… but i was getting slower and slower and still hadn’t come near the top of the hill. most times i’ll tough it out but on saturday, i decided to stop and walk. but i wasn’t firm on my feet before i started bringing my leg over the crossbar and i took a tumble.
of course there was a guy walking (seriously, there are so few pedestrians in this city that most streets feel eerie) and i embarrassingly affirmed that i was okay and scooted away.
as for my other bike crashes:
my shoelace got caught onto the pedal and was getting more entwined with every pedal stroke. “hmm, how am i going to get out of this bind?” i asked myself (pun not intended). i back pedaled a bit and then slowed down by the curb and – i like to think – gracefully fell over onto the sidewalk. i untangled my shoe, re-tied it, tucked my laces into my shoes and continued on my way, hopefully unseen.
similarly to saturday, i was swinging my leg across the crossbar (i have a woman’s bike and prefer to get on and off in front) but hadn’t yet gotten stable on my feet. and down i went. whoops.
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