I shall complain anyway.
The first one was a bike accident.
It is not new news that I don't check the weather reports before embarking on a bike ride. I mean, it's Arizona. Our weather is hot and sunny 99% of the time.
But last Tuesday, the forecast supposedly called for rain. A lot of rain.
I discovered this factoid when I was 12 miles away from home and the rain was falling so hard that it felt like tiny needles hitting my skin. Needless to say, I don't have a lot of experience cycling on slippery roads. I gripped by handlebars tightly, kept my head down and gave it 100% of undivided concentration.
I was 2 miles away from home when the rain finally stopped. I let out a huge sigh of relief, relaxed my cramped hands, and made a right hand turn. Or, tried to make a right hand turn. The bike did turn- onto its side.
My first thought as I hit the ground was, "OH MY GOSH, CAN I RUN??"
I did an immediate check of the knees and ankles. Everything felt normal and I was left with just some road rash and oozy wounds, like this:
Brenna was unforgiving and insisted to clinging to my neck. We couldn't even survive a trip to the grocery store, we had to be shuffled around in a shopping cart.
I started to feel better by the weekend, right in time to take a trip to San Francisco for a wedding. David and I enjoyed our two toddler-free nights to the fullest. We did everything you would expect me to do.... run a lot (and get lost a little) and eat and drink.
and drink, again.
You know you are having a really fun time when you end up buying purple, sparkly converse shoes.
But I may regret running up so many hills....so many really, really big hills.
The opportunity to go out run for as long as I want doesn't happen very often. For the first hour, I felt fantastic. I frolicked through the city and pranced up the hills with glee. I was giddy when I found the Golden State Bridge.
But then, I had to turn around.
And all those hills were still there. Only they seemed a lot bigger. And my legs felt a lot heavier.
So, with my cycling wounds still fresh and my whiplash still lingering, I got on the airplane to return home with legs overflowing with lactic acid.
Thank goodness I had brought my bright pink compression socks.
Thank goodness they match my purple shoes.
I have spent my time resting and hoping that everything repairs itself for the race this weekend. I swore this time around that I would practice my transitions - but I have not. I don't feel ready so I plan to do what I always do - survive the swim, mess up in transitions, take a bike ride and then run too fast the first mile. I get a strange pleasure in the predictability.