In the summer of 2002, I was probably in the best shape of my life. Training for a mid-length Duathlon (Run-Bike-Run) with a 60 km bike leg. I didn’t expect to be very quick at it, but I expected to finish and not last in my age group.
I’d built a solid running regime while training to get ready for my first marathon in the coming fall and my cycling was coming along nicely. My long ride had worked up to 30 km and I was feeling pretty good for a race that was still a couple of months away.
And then I got hit by a car.
The accident happened a couple of blocks from our house. My turn for the intersection but the person coming through didn’t see me. Car versus bike, you can guess who won.
It was a clean hit, a perfect hit. Bumper to pedal. Sent me flying to land on my shoulder on the asphalt to learn later that I had a broken shoulder and three broken ribs. Good times. The bike was more or less fine, of course. A little bend in the pedal structure to fix. The frame was fine.
I still have it.
And I’m riding it again. It’s not the first time, but I’m trying to get serious about my health, so I’m trying to build a regular plan of riding.
In fact, I rode it today. And every day for the past week. I’ve worked my way up to a 10km ride. While I’m a lot slower than I was eighteen years ago, I’m okay with that. Its’s not about speed these days, it’s about health.
I probably should have taken a picture.
Maybe I’ll fix that in the morning.
Stay safe and be well, everyone.by