>> Saturday, July 09, 2011
First of all, I must say "That's what she said" regarding the title of this post. (That's for TriSaraTops.)
Secondly, I'm fine. And so is my bike.
Yes, I had my first crash during a race today at the Life Time Fitness Minneapolis Triathlon. I'd LOVE to say "It's all this other person's fault," but rarely is a crash only one person's fault. I had just started the bike. I was only about 200-300 meters into the ride, when a woman in front of me started drifting to the left. FAR left. As in she was starting to get close to the left curb. It's common bike knowledge (and a USAT rule) to ride to the right and pass on the left. I was coming up on her fast, and I was pretty sure I'd make it around her and/or she'd realize she was drifting left and move back to the right. But she just kept moving to the left. I had to make a quick decision: either (1) slam on the brakes 300 meters into the bike, or (2) run into her, or (3) nail the curb. I couldn't convince my body to brake THAT hard THAT soon in the race, and I wasn't about to "take her out," so I went for the curb sideways at 22-23 mph.
"OH CRAP!!!!..... oh good, I got this...... no, wait, NO I DON'T!!..... oh, it's OK, I'm fine...... NO I'M NOT!! I'M CRASHING!!!" (I think that's the internal dialog for anyone who comes close to crashing and thinks they've recovered when they really haven't.)
I felt pain. I got up. I had a few scrapes, but I didn't hit my head. I grabbed my bike, hopped back on, and kept going. When I was done, Pharmie grabbed these photos:
The worst of it (I think from sliding across the curb as I was crashing)
Grass and road rash on my shoulder
Forearm (the "dirty spot" towards my watch is a bunch of scraped skin)
After the kind women in the med tent cleaned it and covered it
At home, right now. The WHOLE "bandage" is sticky,
so this will SUCK to pull off in a few hours!
Wearing my medal (which is doing nothing to console him....)