Sunday, May 21, 2006
Again and again
Remember the post before last about *whew* the falling due to the clipless pedals was over and thank God it wasn't a full fledged fall. Well The first fall was over and I graduated to falling dead-pan over and in front of many, many people.
Friday was a beautiful day, the first sunny we've had in New England for a while. I was very lucky to get out and about. On my way home, at the intersection I fear the most, I was stopped. I tried to start but then suddenly the ground was rushing my right side. Like ski boots the shoes pop right out when they know your humiliation is complete. I hopped up and there was no doubt to ANYONE around what happened. The ladies behind me where nice to ask (between chuckles) if I was OK. I said that I was fine but I felt stupid. I asked if the fall at least looked cool. They were kind enough to say yes. I have a pancake-sized bruise in my hip, my right wrist is sore and my pride was in a sling....Until Saturday....
Yes folks, I'd like to say that my falling days were over. I went to an intro ride for this bicycle club I'm thinking of joining. I'm sure you understand the social pressure involved in establishing a new peer group. Everything was going well and I was paying a lot of attention to the shoes and trying not fall over. I think that was my 'down fall'. We were stopping for an instructional confab and I had both feet out of the pedals but needed to steady myself at the last moment. Apparently the angle and force of my foot on the pedal was enough to snap my right foot back into the pedal. I went down again. My only respite was that I landed smarter and in a softer place. Thank God a lot of cyclists understood and only laughed near me rather than at me. The really funny part was that one of my counter-part newbies was interested in the clipless setup and I was selling him on it up until the moment I fell. The ride leader helped me out by saying that he had been in clipless for four years but hadn't fallen until two months before.
Never let it be said that I was afraid to try something new; especially if the risk of me looking like a fool was present. I say boldly that I am that fool! Let those in a comfort zone and with fully functioning wrists wither in the sun-shine of new experience and exist in a grey reality that is complacency. Get out there, f#*k up in front of everyone but get back up and feel free to do it again. Flourish in your ineptitude and take your experience to the bank, even if it is the blood bank.
Friday was a beautiful day, the first sunny we've had in New England for a while. I was very lucky to get out and about. On my way home, at the intersection I fear the most, I was stopped. I tried to start but then suddenly the ground was rushing my right side. Like ski boots the shoes pop right out when they know your humiliation is complete. I hopped up and there was no doubt to ANYONE around what happened. The ladies behind me where nice to ask (between chuckles) if I was OK. I said that I was fine but I felt stupid. I asked if the fall at least looked cool. They were kind enough to say yes. I have a pancake-sized bruise in my hip, my right wrist is sore and my pride was in a sling....Until Saturday....
Yes folks, I'd like to say that my falling days were over. I went to an intro ride for this bicycle club I'm thinking of joining. I'm sure you understand the social pressure involved in establishing a new peer group. Everything was going well and I was paying a lot of attention to the shoes and trying not fall over. I think that was my 'down fall'. We were stopping for an instructional confab and I had both feet out of the pedals but needed to steady myself at the last moment. Apparently the angle and force of my foot on the pedal was enough to snap my right foot back into the pedal. I went down again. My only respite was that I landed smarter and in a softer place. Thank God a lot of cyclists understood and only laughed near me rather than at me. The really funny part was that one of my counter-part newbies was interested in the clipless setup and I was selling him on it up until the moment I fell. The ride leader helped me out by saying that he had been in clipless for four years but hadn't fallen until two months before.
Never let it be said that I was afraid to try something new; especially if the risk of me looking like a fool was present. I say boldly that I am that fool! Let those in a comfort zone and with fully functioning wrists wither in the sun-shine of new experience and exist in a grey reality that is complacency. Get out there, f#*k up in front of everyone but get back up and feel free to do it again. Flourish in your ineptitude and take your experience to the bank, even if it is the blood bank.
// posted by Bo @ 6:28 PM 
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"Never let it be said that I was afraid to try something new; especially if the risk of me looking like a fool was present."
That's how I felt on my wedding day. LOL!
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That's how I felt on my wedding day. LOL!
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