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Bike crash temporarily sidelines Fit City

Pam LeBlanc
pleblanc@statesman.com

Editor’s note: This article was originally published January 6, 2014

I’m really bad at sitting still. Which means, of course, that I’m really bad at injuries.

Saturday, I was riding my new dual suspension mountain bike at the Slaughter Creek Trail with my husband and some friends when I hit a patch of jagged limestone and got slammed to the ground. Just like that my right leg and arm looked like I’d gotten into a wrestling match with a dozen angry house cats.

The fall won me a trip to the minor emergency center, where the doctor ordered X-rays, admired my wounds (in particular a golf-ball sized hematoma that sprouted a few hours post-crash on my forearm) and issued me a sling and a bunch of bandages.

Thankfully, I suffered bumps and bruises but no broken bones. Still, my plans to hike Enchanted Rock the next day got canned. So did my plans to run, at least for a few days.

In the grand scheme of things, a minor hiccup. Still, it put me in a funk. It also gave me greater sympathy for folks dealing with long-term or serious injuries, and reminded me how much I take my own health for granted.

I honestly don’t think I could sit at a desk for 8 or 9 hours a day if I didn’t balance it with doing something physical.

Not exercising makes me grumpy and sluggish. I feel disconnected from the world, like I’m living in a plastic bubble. My brain knows it’s good to take some time off now and then, but the irrational part of me panics, screaming that every ounce of fitness will drain out of my body if I sit on the couch for two days.

It’s time to learn patience.

I’m just grateful my down time can be measured in days, not weeks or months or years.

I’m also grateful my bike survived unscathed.