I love coach Calhoun. He had his annual charity biking event. Apparently he ran over a pothole and he flipped over the handle-bars, breaking 5 ribs, damaging his bike and also got some bruises. It was 12 miles into his ride. He completed the final 38 miles after his leg wounds were treated...with his 5 broken ribs. That's toughness. He gets a lot of love from me for that. He collapsed after the race and was taken to the hospital but he is said to be fine.
http://www.courant.com/sports/college/hc-calhoun0614.artjun14,0,4448648.story
Back in high school I got into a biking accident. I was going down a hill and a car came by and inadvertently forced me into loose gravel. It was also a hill that is a turn too. If I tried to turn to continue down the road I would have had the bike slide out from underneath me because of the gravel. If I avoided turning (So I wouldn't have the bike slide from underneath me) I would have hit a telephone pole or tree. I was in quite a pickle. So I decided that I would try and stop...slowly. That didn't work. I went over the handle bars and landed either in the street and gravel or the side of the road. Apparently it was a nasty fall. The guy in the car asked me which bones I broke. I told the guy I was fine. He looked at me as if I was nuts.
This is a funny clip that somewhat relates to my story.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsM0CwqGrBs
I was and I wasn't ok. I was actually more concerned if my bike was ok. It was ok. I was bruised and in some pain and if I was 67, would have broken some bones. I kept on going and finished my ride. I felt great on my bike. It felt like nothing had happened. When I got home I soon realized how much it really hurt. I could barely get up the stairs. I didn't want to get up. I lay down on a rug next to my kitchen for about an hour...with some ice. I don't remember if I biked the next day. It wouldn't surprise me if I did.
What's even funnier about this is that a girl predicted this would happen. I met a girl a day or two before she told me she had a dream about me. I thought it was a little odd, maybe she was trying to pick me up. I mean it is sort of odd to have a dream about someone you just met and even odder to tell them about it if you did. This girl told me that she had a dream that I fell off my bike on a hill and that she and her dad drove past me. I forget if I died in her dream or if she saved me. I can be superstitious so after she told me that I began to wonder if I would get into a cycling accident later in the day. I was relieved to make it home safely after cycling that day. However, a week or two later the accident that I described in the second paragraph really happened. I fell off my bike on a hill and a car passed me by. Just like her dream. Scary.
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