So, while today was a beautiful sunny day in Seattle, turns out it was a bit of a suck day. On my ride with Union Bay Cycling, I managed to slide out on the hairpin turns heading down Lake Washington Blvd. Two new holes in my ancient Pearl Izumi tights is no biggie, but shredded a bit of the back of my Pastry Powered jersey. Well, at least Lauren has some extra XLs, so I’ll claim one of those. I also have a huge bruise on my left hip, and some smaller ones on my left knee and upper forearm right below my elbow. Not sure why I slid out besides not having the right center of gravity. Oops. Luckily, the cool guys from UBC helped repair the flat and even donated a spare tube, as the one in my bag apparently also had a hole in it somewhere. D’oh!
Post-ride, I noticed something weird in the bottom fish talk… and yes, sadly, Big Guy was no more after a long (2+ years) fight with hole-in-the-head and lateral line erosion. Considering he was 10-15, he lived a good, long life. More in the next post.
Then, while sitting on the couch to rest my sore left side, I watched my Steelers lose to the Falcons in OT, when they probably could have won it on the last play were it not for a lame penalty. At this point, they’re going to need a lot of helkp to make the playoffs.
Bah.