Working on a little something for brother ben with at least 15 pieces of flair.
The new year has started off right. Charlie moved to town and the trails 'round these parts have been top notch. Then, out of nowheres, I got a phone call from JJ who suckered me into running a half marathon at the end of February. Within ten minutes of me committing myself to it, I promptly FELL off of the misses town bicycle (the one hiding behind the orange sofa) as I was riding home from the neighbor's place. As good fortune would have it, I had some clog type shoes on that were immediately ejected during my get off which led to me giving the asphalt a ball peen-ing with my exposed heel.
There are several things to be learned from this experience. Here they are in no apparent order:
1. When maintaining your wife's daily driver, never, ever, ever think that the loose-ish chain will be fine. The loose chain, mixed with my homeward bound, track worthy sprint, ended we me dropping the chain, instigating the death wobble and ending with a jacked up heel.
2. Make sure when you do have a residential get off to manage to control the expletives that flow so freely in situations like these. Mister Hafen, concerned with all of the commotion, came outside only to step right into a thick haze of vulgarity. Add embarrassment to pain at this point in the crash sequence.
3. When walking three blocks home is too painful on the injured appendage, you are always better off getting the chain back on the bike, opening the cantilevers, and limping home with the rear wheel wobble.
4. No matter how intriguing the sales pitch is, anything involving running always ends bad.
To be completely honest, the only thought that went through my head on the way down was, "these are my favorite pants...."