I think it’s important that people be able to make fun of themselves. So, with that, I present you with photos from this weekend’s 5k (which are too awful for me to order, and I can’t lift them from the site, so these are taken by taking a picture of the picture, with my cell, so crappy shots made extra crappy):
I call this one “Cindi looking like death”. I look like I’m praying for the race to end. And what is with my vericose vein hands?? I look like I’m 80 years old. Did I mention that I hate 5ks? (And I’m carrying my water bottle because it was hot and I didn’t care about my time, wasn’t really RACING it).
And look at this interesting photo:
I call this one “Cindi’s 3rd boob” because there is a pocket in this Lulu tank that I think must be for carrying Gu, and I used it for my key fab, so you can see the rectangle outline of my key fab which makes it look like an odd shaped 3rd boob. :-)
So, on to the really exciting stuff to make fun of myself about. Cycling. A friend of mine was commenting to me this week about how maybe I run instead of cycle because I’m uncoordinated. I guess maybe he was right. Because tonight I fell off my bike. Again. Last time it was in the parking lot of Lifetime in front of just my run coach. This time I was lucky enough to be on the Dakota Rail Trail right where it is in site of WRA softball field, which was packed with spectators and players. Lucky me. I had taken a drink from my water bottle (Lesson learned: I can’t drink and ride) and somehow managed to drop the water bottle. Well, I wanted the water bottle, so I decided to stop and go back for it. And forgot that I was clipped in. :-) By the time I remembered that I needed to unclip, I was able to do it, but then for some reason it clipped right back in. Weird. So I was basically at a standstill and quickly unclipped my right foot, but not quick enough to put the foot down and so I tipped over to my left. So now my left elbow will be scarred like my right elbow is:
So there I am, bleeding on the trail in front of the whole baseball field full of people. And I realize that my chain has fallen off. And I have no idea how the F to get it back on. I tried. And all that I accomplished was getting full of black grease.
I debated sitting down on the trail and crying until someone took pity on me and helped. But I was too hungry and needed a beer in the worst way, so I started walking home (1.5 miles from home). Thank goodness a runner stopped and asked me what my deal was and she knew how to put the chain back on for me. I do have to admit though that I was scared to get back on the bike after she fixed it for me. I very tentatively coasted home (at like 9 mph).
This cycling stuff is dangerous when you are a clutz like I am!