So here's where it gets interesting. We were about 25 miles in. I was cruising along and feeling great. We were literally in the middle of nowhere. All of the sudden I realized I was really close to Glenn's back tire. I panicked and attempted to move out of the way. I hit Glenn's tire and he sped away. I on the other hand, ended up face first on the asphalt. I didn't know what hit me. I sat up and realized there was blood pouring from my face. I don't really remember when my shoes detached from my pedals but my right thigh was killing me. Remember, we were in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service. Thankfully, rural Alabama folks are probably some of the nicest people in the world. I kind of lost track of time but eventually a nurse came to help out. She was amazing. She took me to her house to clean up while we waited on Glenn's teenage son to come take us to the emergency room. Unfortunately, Caleb got extremely lost. Come to find out he drove nearly sixty miles away and had to borrow money from a stranger because he ran out of gas. Thankfully my new nurse
The irony in all this is that I have a blind date on Thursday...
Haha, the date may need to wait a week or so!
Yikes! Glad you are ok! At least you got a good story to write about and a great ice breaker for your date. ;-) When crazy stuff like this happens I think "well, there's a blog post".
ReplyDeleteSee this for example - http://runningwitht1.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/running-man-and-a-naked-dude/