While I was hanging out with a few tri friends last night, some of them asked how I doing - which of course let to others asking what happened. I would just say “oh, I fell last weekend.” To which a friend who was there with me said, “no, it wasn’t just a fall, you crashed. A fall implies you just tipped over.” But crash sounds so much worse than fall. Crash implies broken broken bones, broken bikes or at least running into another biker. Fall implies some bumps and bruises. Though hitting ice at 20 mph and landing on your side… brings some pretty big bumps and bruises.
I’m still working on shifting my ribs back in place with some PT exercises, but managed to get on the trainer for a bit this morning. It was a very, very slow spin, but was happy to get it in.
Now to have some coffee and take it easy! Enjoy your weekends.
Yesterday I attempted to do a yoga class. Yes, I know I just fell off my bike Saturday and yes, I know that I would not be able to do everything. But I figured I would just modify where needed. Plus I could really use the stress relief and restored balance.
It was hands down the worst yoga class I’ve been to. I love yoga, I appreciate that there are all different teaching styles, but this teacher was just not my style. He had a lot to offer by way of proper alignment, but was just plain rude.
At the end of class - after an embarrassing explanation of my injury during class - he asked if I was familiar with the acronym for sports injuries - RICE - emphasizing the rest part. Okay, okay, I get it… Rest. So as I travel for work today, I did not pack workout gear for tomorrow morning. I will take the advice and rest…. well at least for tomorrow.