
It happened- the unthinkable, I guess I'm not invincible. At some point I'm going to lose control. I feel like a person that at most of the time, smiles at the negative. Never reasoning the opposite of healthy. Never questioning the dought of missing an opportunity to start with all.
It was dark. Dressed in my favorite shorts (pictured after the ride). I was in transition on a beautiful warm calm night down this very steep hill at Iron man speed. I know that since I was grinding upwards as well as downwards on my bike that I absolutely adored. I've seen pictures of people in beds with their bike's. Yes, if there was a way I would invent a way.
There's hardly any traffic at this time of night. A dark fast beast twice the size of a cat was sprinting directly in my path. It happened in a split second. There was no time to react. It seemed like it was hunting me. For whatever reason, nothing could be done to keep in my triathlon flight. Instead I was perplexed and strangely, relaxed as we collided.
I had a backpack around me, that had been won at my brother's golf tournament. It was cool, because a radio was integrated with it. On it was inscribed, Irish open! That was Dad's golf tournament that he coined in his day. Bro kept his tradition in full swing.
Yes, As I twisted, I fell on my shoulder, head and back. The cooler was smashed. It was added to my load of junk to the local spring cleanup facility. Dad must have been there because I believe it saved me from a worse injury. I'm not the safest person. I take it for granted. I feel a helmet is uncomfortable. It keeps me from going fast. It reminds me of high school hockey. I lost me front teeth by not wearing a mouth gaurd. I'm part of a walking accident? I assume I will never need these clues to keep my self from injury.
The first thing I thought. Ya know... After...
Again. Yes, the very first thing I thought after this cool spill? My Bike? Where "IS" my bike.
My brain was never 100 percent. My body was never 100 percent, "BUTT" the will has always been 100 percent.
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