Did you ever have one of those weeks where you think nothing else could possibly go wrong and then it does? Welcome to my week this week. It started off with some minor issues but nothing that would warrant a mention in this post. Everything changed yesterday.
I usually go to BodyPump on Monday nights and Wednesday nights. This past Wednesday was jam packed so I decided to squeeze in a bike ride first thing Thursday morning.
I rode the same trail I’ve been riding for years. I usually have to weave around walkers and runners but the trail was empty and quite peaceful. About halfway through the ride I approached a small decline in the trail. It’s an area I’ve navigated countless times before. Nothing looked different on the approach.
I can’t exactly recall where I landed and where my bike landed but I can tell you it was an epic fall. Dazed, battered and bruised I sat up looking for someone nearby to help me. Where were all the people who are ALWAYS in my way??? The trail was empty.
I managed to get up. Nothing felt broken so I decided to grab my bike and hobble back home. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk.
Once inside I took a closer look at my injuries. LOTS of scrapes, gashes and bruises up and down the left side of my body. I do remember putting my left hand out to brace my fall but that’s all I remember. Upon closer inspection, my left leg clearly took the brunt of the impact.
A shower, lots of Band-aids, some Neosporin and a healthy dose of Motrin later I can report that I am fine. I’m really sore and uncomfortable but thankfully my injuries were relatively minor.
So why are these the saddest margaritas ever? Because after my epic fall yesterday I thought nothing else could go wrong. Well, I was wrong. The fall derailed my schedule. I still needed to photograph the margaritas. Even though I can’t walk very well I can sit pretty comfortably. I decided to photograph them first thing this morning. Only problem is my camera didn’t seem to want to cooperate. With little patience left I abandoned my camera and used my iPhone. However, by the time I figured out I needed to use my phone the humidity in the kitchen was at an all-time high. Condensation had formed on the glasses, the ice cubes were melting and I was nearing meltdown status. Oh, did I forget to mention that the AC unit in the kitchen window isn’t working? Add that to the list.
The worst thing of all is that I can’t drink the margaritas. At least not for the next day or two. I don’t think alcohol coupled with my injuries and the Motrin I’ve been taking would have a great outcome.
Here’s where you can help make me feel better. Make these margaritas this weekend and enjoy one for me. If you could also send a little luck my way I would greatly appreciate it:)
Recipe from Southern Living