Actually, I got knocked off my bike and went flying onto the road.
The culprit was this ass hat with a foot long hippie beard, who thought it made sense for him to bike along, right in the centre of the bike path.
I had been biking along pretty quickly to get to the gym and had just passed a girl who was also biking in the centre of the lane with her headphones on, and didn’t hear my bell as I overtook her (what is the matter with people??). As I approached the culprit, I rang my bell a few times to signal I was passing.
“Thank God this guy isn’t wearing headphones and can hear me.” I said those exact words VERBATIM in my head.
I moved to his left, and just as I was passing him, he SHIFTS MY WAY and runs into me like a complete and utter moron.
*rant rave rant rave*
As it was happening, I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I had been going at such a fast speed that the slightest hit would have knocked me off balance, and I flew from inside the bike lane onto the middle of the road. Thank God at that moment no cars were passing, as I dread to think what might have happened if there were.
I untangled myself from my bike, and picked myself up off the ground as everyone stood around and stared. A couple cars stopped to see if I was okay, and the hippie-beard-culprit helped me move my bike to the side of the lane. After a minute of checking myself and my bike, he slowly biked off, leaving me with a messed up chain and a bunch of bruises.
I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. I wanted to go back to just before it happened, and slowed down instead of charging ahead like a bull. It was honestly such a shock to my system to be flung off my bike like that, that I had no idea what to do.
So I stuck to my original plan went to the gym.
Haha, i’m not kidding. I had just gotten thrown in the air, landed several feet away, my bike was a mess, my legs were bruised, but my only instinct was to go to the gym. I felt like I had just finished an 80 minute rugby game, and since I had played rugby for several years, this was nothing! Right?????
When I got to the gym, I couldn’t really move. I tried to use the Stairmaster, but each step hurt my thigh a little bit more. “All good,” I thought “I’ll just foam roll and do some abs”
But I couldn’t even do that – my entire body felt so sensitive from the fall that the foam roller felt painful and weird. Instead, I sat on the floor of the gym with my head between my knees and tried not to cry.
That feeling of weariness, sadness, shock, and lack of motivation was a very strange and new feeling for me. I wasn’t used to feeling sorry for myself, and I wasn’t used to giving up just cause of a minor setback (ie: Even with 3 hours of sleep, and at the worst of my insomnia, I stuck with my workout routine 100%)
Instead of ‘pushing through’ and being the bad ass unfazed super woman, I knew it was time to take a break. My ENTIRE body was basically pleading with me to rest. For the first time in a long time, I gave myself a break and took an entire week off from going to the gym. (Okay, it was 6 days. But those 6 days felt like a week).
And honestly, it was INCREDIBLY liberating.
It’s a weird thing to sit back and think ‘its okay to give yourself a break,’ when you’re constantly on the go. When you fall, you don’t always have to just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep going. There is nothing wrong with giving yourself time to acknowledge what happened, feel sorry for yourself, and take time off from your normal routine.
In those 6 days I managed to get a lot done both mentally and physically. I allowed my body to recuperate, the soreness slowly faded away, and the feeling of sadness dissipated. I went from feeling invincible on my bike, to realising that i’m just as vulnerable as everyone else.
Finally, there was the not-so-shocking revelation that if you take 6 days (hell, even if you took 2 weeks) off from the gym, your body won’t turn to crap. If you continue to eat healthy, drink your water, and give yourself the time to reset – your body will reward you 100%.
falling off my bike getting knocked off my bike by an idiot was actually a blessing in disguise.