Survival

I was wrong when I said that Monday's fall would not affect my training. The laceration wounds were pretty exposed and I skipped all swim sessions for the week to avoid them getting infected. Also, it hurts each time they got in contact with the fabric of my clothes. And at the end of each day, I find them sticking to the fabric - not a pretty sight!

I did spinning each day and strength exercises on alternate days. After training indoors for the whole week, I was itching to do some real training outside. Also, I was getting more and more cranky each day!

Saturday morning came, and the winds were fierce. Great, not exactly the type of conditions to be starting my recovery ride. But it was pretty cloudy, without much sun, so that helped a bit.

It was quite an eventful ride, with honey bees flying pass on Burke Drive, towards Point Walter, on BOTH journeys. One actually landed on my thigh, I quickly flicked it away. Luckily, I wasn't stung. Then on one of bike paths near the Canning River in Applecross, I had to stop for a family of crossing ducks.

It didn't end here. On the way to my pit-stop, I came across a traffic light at the T-junction. It was a red light, and I was going straight. Given that I was cycling on the bike path at the side of the road, and I wasn't obstructing any traffic, I kept on going.

Just my luck, the car that stopped at the front of the traffic light was a police car. He pulled me over soon after that and took down my details, but let me off with a warning. Phew. He was really nice about it though. He said he understands that we often get into the zone while training, but that doesn't preclude us from abiding traffic rules.

Having gone through all these, I'm glad I survived the 160km ride. Though at a pretty slow pace of 28.4kph average. But taking into account that I almost felt like giving up after riding only 30km, I guess I should give myself a pat on the back.

The wounds are healing, albeit slowly. Hope to get some swimming done next week.