Right! Enough! The training must start again ….
So, I got up this morning, scouted around for my swimming and cycling gear, packed my rucksack and set off.
The air was thick with the smell of bitumen as the council were resurfacing the local roads, and with a smug sense of satisfaction I cycled past the queuing traffic, little did I realise the karma had picked up on my smugness and was cooking something up.
I had planned to meet my family, who were taking the car, either at or near the pool some 15 miles away. I had allowed myself a rather optimistic half an hour head start. Meaning that I would have to cycle at 30mph to get there – I suspected that I would meet them en-route and chuck the bike on the bike rack on the roof so we could all get to the pool at the same time.
I was making steady progress, slow but steady, probably about 10 to 15 mph on average. I stopped for a drink at a roundabout exit, had a good look around – no sign of my family so I set off again. A gentle climb up hill for about quarter of a mile, so reaching the top I paused once again. This is where Karma caught up!
I reached down and picked up my drink bottle, leaning on a lamppost for support as I was clipped into the pedals of my bike. Finishing my drink I looked round for any signs of my “support vehicle” and totally forgot I was clipped in. I felt the gentle finger of karma offer the slightest of pushes and over I went. A graceful arc described my decent from the vertical to the horizontal. I landed square on my elbow with a very loud ‘ooffff’ as the air departed my lungs.
I was now laying on my side with my top half in the road, fortunately I was in a hatched area at the side of the road. Several cars drove past without even slowing, apparently a 37 year old man sprawled in the road wrestling a bicycle must be a common sight round these parts.
I managed to release the clips holding my feet, untangle my legs from the frame and get to my feet. First of all check the cycling gear, yup, no rips or tears – good. Second, check myself – yup no blood or anything poking through my skin – Capital!
I swung my leg over the bike, clipped myself back in and moved to set off, just as my family rounded the corner, a minute earlier and they would have witnessed the sight of me rolling around with my bike frame, fortunately they were spared this.
In the 20 minutes or so I had been cycling managed to make it 4 miles, which gave me an average speed of 12mph if my maths serves me correctly. This tallied with my speed estimate and was far short of the 30mph needed to make it to the pool on time. Hmmm – need to set of earlier next time.
So we made it to the pool and I managed to put in 300m in the pool before my elbow started going a bit throbby.
So I am sat here now on the sofa with a blackening bruise the size of a 2 pence piece on the knobbly bit of my elbow. Never mind, I have been assured that pain is just weakness leaving the body.
However, I have to confess that I am somewhat a victim of my own making as I recently changed the pedals on my bike and have thought that the release mechanism is a bit on the tight side, so I guess I will go and adjust the release pressure on my pedals to make it easier to unclip from.