sweat and tyres: the dog ate my homework edition
If you ever intend to run in the direction of a low-hanging eave, don’t a.) be tall b.) be wearing a cap. Otherwise you may end up like me — with a full-throttle collision that resulted in:
A grazed shin, foot and scalp
A golfball-sized bruise on my butt
A neck and shoulder that’s been aching all week (that physio appointment can’t come soon enough!)
A shattered toenail that had to be removed under anaesthetic (who knew the local clinic did opioid-infused pedicures?!)
This is a roundabout (and, sorry, somewhat grisly) way of explaining why I didn’t do a single ride this week.
In brighter news, though, today I bought an entry-level carbon fibre road bike that’s ~8.5lbs (almost 4kg) lighter than Heavy Metal — the steel-framed commuter bike I’ve been training with the last few months. I’m hoping to take it out for its debut training ride tomorrow.