Why hi there... yes, it has been a while. The last time we spoke, I told you about a bike crash. So many of you have asked how I am (which I am so very blessed to have so many caring people in my life). I figured I might as well give you an update.
First and foremost, I'm good. On the mend. Some days I feel like it's slower than hoped, but really, we can't all be super picky can we? I wish I could say that the swelling and bruising has subsided, but it hasn't... to the point where I'm a little concerned and heading to the doctor in the morning. I was going to post pictures, but my husband advised against it. I think he knows best. Let's just say that my upper thigh ranges in colors from red, purple, blue, green and yellow and my back is kind of the same. Remember hypercolor shirts (am I dating myself because I used to think those were super cool and thinking about them now... gross? They changed color when your body got warm. So places like your armpits were always a different color. Or under your boobs. Luckily I didn't have to worry about that when they were in style - phew... that makes me feel a little better). In any event, that's kind of what my "spots" remind me of. And of course they have all kinds of weird marks in them because I've been icing, or wear clothes that used to fit but are a little tighter now due to the swelling. It pushes all that "stuff" around. Anyway... I'm getting off topic.
Because of the location of the two impact points (my thigh and my lower back), sleeping has been uncomfortable. Which makes me cranky. And I can't confirm or deny that I haven't cried more than once looking at myself because, well, it's not pretty. I used to cringe at the permanent white tri suit I wear (does anyone else don one of these?) and now I wish that's what I was looking at. I have to keep reminding myself that these aren't permanent (cause that white tri suit doesn't ever go away...)
But then I think about it and I'm pretty damn lucky. Nothing is broken. I didn't lose layers and layers of skin from skidding across the pavement, which burn every time I shower. Heck, my clothes didn't even rip (although Tom doesn't want me to wash my jersey because of the cool crank mark implanted on the back of it). My brand new Kestrel that I love so dearly - one little scratch on the brakes and Oval bars (always fall under the bike so that it doesn't get damaged... you can heal, carbon can't). So why am I getting all crappy about the way I look? So vain...
I guess I'm a little bummed that a week out, I haven't bounced right back. The trainer riding is going fine, but no chance I could run or swim. That's a bit rough because of the half marathon that I was hoping to run this weekend. I think I'm going to walk it because the medal is kind of cool. Oh my gosh though... have you ever walked a half marathon? Yikes... I may need a stiff-drink after that! :) And the REV3 Cedar Point half is still up in the air. I guess we'll see what the next week brings. I might be a cheerleader the entire day. And if you know me, I'll have a blast doing that too. :)
I'm not looking for sympathy because it's all a little pathetic, the way I'm feeling. I know that. But this is me... being honest. Next time, I hope to have a better update!
Oh... and all of you asked about Keith. I know he reads this blog (he said my last post actually helped him piece some things together about it all). He's doing awesome and I can't thank you enough for your extra thoughts and prayers for him. No broken bones after all for him (which is shocking). Already has the stitches out from under his eye. Nice little shiner though. And lots of bruises and road rash. He was clear to get back on his bike once he feels up to it. He said that he doesn't remember anything after thinking he was going to hit me which quite honestly I'm thankful for. I know that he and I will soon ride again together. Probably side by side. But for now...we're healing together and I know that I'm glad to have him as a friend! :)