Getting injured. It had to happen sooner or later but I put on a show in the process.
There I was, flying down a hill on my trusty Dahon bike, on route to the 10am (and only for the day) Bikram class. I felt my steering go a little weird (mental note: take Sabrina back to the bike shop for a re-check). The next instant, everything went horribly wrong and I found myself flying over the handle bars.. Aren’t these things supposed to happen in slow motion?!
A few judo rolls later (thanks to attaining the lofty heights of green belt), I find myself on my feet assessing the situation: Puncture in front wheel, a little bark off the hand, leg, lower back and a sore ankle. Phew, glad I was wearing a helmet! Time still on the clock? Check. Slip in a new tube, pump it up, climb back on the saddle and make the class!
Matt’s hot travel tip #3: Send your kids to judo.. minimum green belt!
The pain comes later and I realize I’ve sprained my ankle, the Bikram heat keeping it at bay till I get home. Darn, I’ll have less ice for the Sangria now that I have to share it with my ankle!