It was bound to happen. Sooner or later I was going to crash my bike. It is a wonder I am still alive.
(By the way that whole statement was a slight exaggeration. As is the rest of this post. I was not injured.)
I have had to change my approach to riding since I signed up for that Vermont race. You may remember me whining about the hills. So I had to practice hills which I am unfamiliar with.
I got distracted and I fell. The following picture may be hard to look at. (Not really.)
I would usually go for my Sunday ride outdoors in the 100 degree heat. I would usually peacefully coexist with eighteen wheelers and road kill. My coach suggested though, that I stack some books under my front wheel to simulate hills. I did this on Sunday. (See, history does come in handy.)
Out of the kindness of my heart I didn't wake up any of the older kids to watch the babies. The Coach was at a baseball game. I figured the babies would eventually get bored of watching me ride in place and go watch cartoons. I would have been better off with the trucks and the road kill.
They kept coming over to me trying to hand me things, or in Shaye's case just staring at me. Then they emptied my night stand. After that they jumped on my bed. Then they really started making a mess. At one point I turned my handlebars while yelling at them to turn off the bath tub water and put the cat down and my bike fell off the stack of history books I had them on.
Whew. I didn't fall over. It about gave me a heart attack, but no real damage was done.
The last fifteen minutes of the ride Tayte finally did get tired of watching me ride in place and went and drew a picture.
When The Coach got home he asked, "Did the trainer ride not go well?" It turns out he was asking that based on the state of our bedroom when he returned. Hmph.
Please tell me I am not the only person who has ever tried to crash while ON the bike trainer!!