Mommy Fell Down and Went BOOM!
Bad days always start out gorgeous, don’t they? Everything feels right with the world, nothing is really out of place. I did everything I should, just like I always do. But today would not be a regular day. My normal Sunday routine was about to be turned upside down and I fear will not return for a good long while.
Cycling is something I came to later in life because of a girlfriend who decided to do the San Francisco to Los Angeles AIDS Ride about ten years ago. For whatever reason I decided it seemed like a cool sport and I wanted to try it out for size. I couldn’t do it half-assed so I went out and bought an $1800 bike, some Lycra shorts, a helmet, and clip-in shoes and off I went. I joined a multi-leveled group that was very willing to teach me the rules of the road and soon I was riding 50-60 miles on Saturday mornings.
After a couple of years though, I started spending my weekends remodeling a condo and then a house and soon taking care of babies. A friend started bugging me to take it up again when we moved to the west side of Los Angeles, and so one Sunday, I did. That was about three years ago. Over time, we’ve amped our rides for speed with a reasonable distance and generally do 30 miles each Saturday and Sunday. Recently, I had wanted to gain strength and of course speed – losing a couple pounds wouldn’t hurt either. And gain strength I did. Soon I was doing a good job of keeping up and felt that my rides could continue to ramp up…until about three weeks ago. READ MORE
