Consequences

Sometimes stupid decisions have negative consequences, often in ways you would not expect. Last Sunday, as I was rushing to church, I slowed down for a stop light, but when I thought no cars were coming, rode right on through without slowing down as much as I usually do. I go through red lights all the time, but usually I slow to a crawl and am very careful to make sure I can see down the intersecting street to ensure no cars are coming. This time I went too fast, and sure enough, the coast wasn't as clear as I thought it would be. All of a sudden I heard screeching tires to my left and slammed on the brakes. Luckily, the driver of the car had been paying attention and managed to stop with room to spare. He then just sat there in his car and glared at me for being an idiot, which obviously I deserved.

But in this little almost accident, I jumped forward on my bike, off my seat. I don't really know what happened next, but either my seat ran into the back of my butt or I landed on my top tube, because a few hours later I discovered that my ass-bone was very sore, and now for the past week it has been painful to sit down for any extended period of time. This is all good and well, except for the fact that I am scheduled to spend a whole lot of time sitting on my butt as I fly all over the globe in less than a week. If I don't heal up in the next few days, this is going to be a very painful and challenging experience. So here's to hoping and praying that my coccyx decides to stop hurting before my first flight across the pond.

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