mythste
Veteran
- Location
- Manchester
I have to vent. Mostly at my own stupidity.
I thought I'd aim for my first 50 mile run today, Liverpool to Blackpool to visit my family. Weather was looking good, new panniers fitted, go go go!
15 miles in the route I'd planned started taking me down some canal paths which was fine. I didn't mind taking it slow, especially considering it was almost twice as far as I've cycled in one go before. The terrin started getting worse (Liverpool/Leeds canal I think) and I started looking for routes back on to an A road. Just as I'd worked out where I was supposed to go I had my first proper off, back wheel caught some mud, slipped and then bounced into the edge of the very narrow carved out track and off I went.
Right into the fecking canal!
iPhone 6 in my back pocket (now in a bag of rice with many prayers being spoken) 3 inch gash in my hand which has since been glued up and a level of embarrassment I just didn't kmow was possible! Alas, I manned up and cycled the rest of the way anyway, cussing myself and dripping blood all over the handlebars.
Remind me why we do this to ourselves?!
I thought I'd aim for my first 50 mile run today, Liverpool to Blackpool to visit my family. Weather was looking good, new panniers fitted, go go go!
15 miles in the route I'd planned started taking me down some canal paths which was fine. I didn't mind taking it slow, especially considering it was almost twice as far as I've cycled in one go before. The terrin started getting worse (Liverpool/Leeds canal I think) and I started looking for routes back on to an A road. Just as I'd worked out where I was supposed to go I had my first proper off, back wheel caught some mud, slipped and then bounced into the edge of the very narrow carved out track and off I went.
Right into the fecking canal!
iPhone 6 in my back pocket (now in a bag of rice with many prayers being spoken) 3 inch gash in my hand which has since been glued up and a level of embarrassment I just didn't kmow was possible! Alas, I manned up and cycled the rest of the way anyway, cussing myself and dripping blood all over the handlebars.
Remind me why we do this to ourselves?!