Soon after my crash, I learned that I've acquired a sketchy reputation with the Beverly EMTs. ;-) When Mike picked my bike up from the Beverly police station, they mentioned they went to log the accident into their system and discovered I was already in it... and that perhaps I should find a new hobby. (I've had only two major crashes requiring an ambulance ... unfortunately, both in Beverly.)
I have also discovered that there's this wacky tendency for my cycling brethren to share their crash stories, x-rays, and pictures of road rash with me. I say brethren because the sisterhood has not felt compelled to compare war wounds with me. O.K., guys. You're all nuts. But thanks for the laughs. (And yes.. I promise to post my x-ray if I can get it.)
I'm having good days and bad days. After talking with Keli Howe about putting a training plan into action, I spent an hour on the recumbent bike at the Y Wednesday. And because I only did 10 miles on the bike, I went back to the Y at 3:00 for another hour. (I can hear the lectures now... I know... I know... ) Thursday I felt like crap. I had a pounding headache for most of the day, which no amount of Tylenol, Motrin, or lemon ginger would help. Ya. Concussions suck.
"Ride as much or as little or as long or as short as you feel, but RIDE" -- Eddy Merckx
