I got up this morning, made coffee, got the paper and started reading – all per my usual plan when I’m not heading out at 5:45 for a bike ride with my friends (still too dark and too cold to do that).
I was determined to get in at least a little time on the trainer, though because I really need to work those 1 leg drills to help my form. I carried my bike back upstairs (it had been in the living room where I put it after my New Year’s Day Tri) and struggled to get it in the trainer. I had an inordinately difficult time with it but finally managed to screw the turn thingie (technical term!) onto the left spindle end. I put on the shoes, got on the bike, clipped in, started peddling and the next thing I know – BAM! I’m lying on the floor with a bike on top of me. I had neglected to open up the hinge on the trainer completely and that was the result. Grumble.. mutter… mutter… Not my day. I got up, fixed the bike and did my thang.
Later in the day I banged my head on the car door getting out. Not my day.
Later still I banged my head on a beam in the attic as I put the Christmas decorations away. Just not my day.
The afternoon ended with me taking Pookie to the airport so she can return to school. The sun was low in the sky and I couldn’t see and there was a lot of traffic and I got diverted to the wrong lane. We got to the end of the terminal and I decided to pull over in the taxi area and just let her out real quick. I was a little worried but there didn’t seem to be anyone around. Or so I thought. She took off and as I started to drive away I noted a cop walking to the car, ticket book in hand. SO NOT MY DAY! I stopped and rolled down the window and must have looked totally stunned. He asked me did I know I was in a bus area? “Well sort of … I just missed my turn and … stammer, stammer”. He looked me in my very stunned eyes and said, “Did you know it was a $250 fine?”
“No! Of Course Not!” I’m sure stunned turned to dismay.
“I’ve been writing people up all day but… you got lucky. Get out of here and don’t let me see you here again”.
I uttered a meek ‘thanks’ and left.
And then, in a flash , it was my day. It was SO my day.
Before I got to the end of the post, I was going to say that at least you got banged. But that doesn’t seem to fit as much since it turned out to be your day!
Woah, that was close! Although I am mildly amused that the fine my friend in Santa Clara just got for running a red light on his bike (one of those lights that only changes when a car triggers it) cost more than your (almost) fine!
This is precisely the reason I forbid my wife to drive. The last time I let her drive was during the superbowl two years ago. She went into labor and I was busy watching the game.
it was your day after all! i had a day similar to yours on the second only i dropped everything i touched. it was as if i should have just put everything on the floor to begin since it ended up there eventually.
Maybe you should wear a helment around the house! Luck you though with the cop-it had to be your beautiful smile.
your day started out like a “do over” day, but sounds like the sun shined down in you in the end! 🙂 have a great week!
Funny how things work out hmmmm?My injuries in my own house have been far worse than any I have ever encountered in the desert or in the mountains!(My washing maching and refrigerator especially hate me! And I hate them too!)Glad you didn’t get hurt falling off of your bike!I need a new trainer…the “thingy” on mine broke completely off!
250 reasons why this was sooooo your day!
Ha!!! high five for sticking it to the man!
Don’t let me see you here again.So do you study bus or train schedules now?