Kersplat!

On Thanksgiving morning, I had my annual bike accident. Once a year, whether I need it or not, apparently. I have to admit, I have had several more spectacular crashes in the past. In this case, I was riding on Highway 1, just north of Davenport, when I caught my tire in the train tracks. I lost my balance, and my bike went over my head. I was intact enough to keep on riding, which was good, since I was about 15 miles from Santa Cruz where I had started. When I got back to my parents' house, my brother pointed out that I had marks from the chain ring along the shoulder of my jersey, confirming that the bike had in fact gone over my head. I ripped through my jacket when I hit the ground, and earlier today I picked a piece of said jacket out of the scabbing abrasion on my elbow. Yes. Once a year. At least.

Gotta Game Plan!

Yes, I do.

I want to do two things in the next year.

1. Wildflower Olympic course. I may have to solicit the support of Pam's chichi "invite only" triathlon club to accomplish this goal. But I'm not going to participate in any shady hazing rituals. You got that, Pam? Just because I'm little sister doesn't mean you can boss me around. Take that.

2. Providence 70.3. Yes, this is my race. Eileen! Are you in?

I give myself until the New Year to unpack the boxes. Then, I swim, bike, run, swim, bike, run, swim, bike, run. And swim, bike run.

Alert!

Red Warrior needs to get back in shape, badly!