I woke up and ate half a banana and drank a glass of lemon water. I gear up for a bike ride and head outside. I set my Pandora to “I want to exercise” station. Turn on the GPS app to track my speed, mileage, and calories burned. Clip my cleats in the pedals, and head out for a 10 mile bike ride down highway 65.
I start riding against the wind, which is what I prefer at the beginning. The wind brought a stench as I ride by a pig farm so perfectly nestled near my house and off the highway. Oooh, it’s an awful smell. I can taste it in my mouth. I pedal faster. Eventually, the smell subsides and I start riding in between cornfields. The allergens in the air are very thick. I have trouble breathing and I reach down to unzip the bike pouch and pull out my emergency inhaler. I take one puff and drop it in the highway. I don’t pick it up because it’s nearly empty and I don’t want to slow down or even stop. I keep riding. I ride by a cemetery. Strange feelings possess me each time I ride by a cemetery. It’s a peaceful feeling but freaky at the same time. I eventually make it to the small town which is my turn-around point.
I start to ride back home and pick up my momentum. Before leaving the town, my only option is to turn left to get back on the highway. There is a truck coming towards me from the highway and a car coming behind me to turn onto the highway. I decide that I don’t want to be in the middle of the situation. I start to twist my feet to unclasp the cleats from the pedals. First, the right one. Then while I try to remove the left one, I brake too hard and simultaneously move my body weight forward in order to put my feet on the ground. Too much forward movement causes me to be in a reverse wheelie. Not just a small reverse wheelie, I am vertical. In mid-air, I sense I’ve been here before and began tucking to roll into the street. My left foot is still attached to the pedal and the bike moves with me. It’s crazy that the things people learned as children may actually help them as an adult. Being in the air and falling forward remind me of diving and I instinctively tucked and rolled. I know angels watch out for me as I didn’t feel my body hit the street.
I pick myself up off the ground and pick up my bike and start to stare. I am shaken. I start to think about all my recent mishaps on my bike; falling over in my driveway and spraining my wrist and a near miss from a semi’s rolling stop at an intersection. The thought of giving up biking crossed my mind. I am angry and mad at myself. I stand in the street looking at my bike and shaking my head. A couple in a car stop to make sure I’m alright. A thought about calling my husband to come pick me up enters my mind. I got my emotions and myself together, hopped on my bike and road back home.
On the way home I begin to think as I start to pass through the corn fields again. I begin to worry what will happen next. Then I was inspired and a thought entered my mind. “I’m trusting other people too much with my life.” Reality hit me and I realize that I am trusting other people to take care of me way too often. I need to take care of myself. Unfortunately, I realize that this problem leaks into a lot of situations in my life. It is one thing to trust people with your heart and it’s another thing to trust people with your life. Not everyone can be trusted with my life. I trust my oncologist and my husband, but to trust a stranger in a vehicle is insane.
Unfortunately, I’m not taking care of myself as much as I should. Thankfully, it is an easy problem to fix. I consciously became aware of this a couple of weeks ago and have been trying to analyze situations at an earlier time. After all, I did decide to stop and not take part in the most recent accident, it could have been much worse. Timing is everything when it comes to taking care of yourself. Basically, I’m waiting too long and I’m getting hurt because of my bad timing. Like I said this leaks into almost every area of my life. To put this in more easier terms to understand, I NEED TO SLOW DOWN! Being accident prone has everything to do with timing and the cure for this is to slow down. The cure is slowing down and paying more attention to your surroundings and giving yourself time to analyze the situation.
How else can slowing down help? Living is the present requires the action of slowing down. So living in the present could possibly be the cure for the accident prone people too. Think about it. Slowing down makes us more aware of our surroundings and results in quicker reaction times when put into a potentially scary situation. Slowing down gives us a chance to see what could possibly happen. Living in the present allows us to tap into our intuition and learn to trust our instincts. Stop, look, and listen; I think I learned this before kindergarten. Stop, look, and listen is not just for crossing the street. It’s for life.
I’m happy to report that I’m not sore and I only have a bruise on my leg. Thank you to the angels who watch over me!
Hindsight: If I stopped and picked up my inhaler, in the beginning, I would have avoided the whole situation. I would have been behind all these cars, not right in the middle. I could have rode straight on through and I would not need to brake and therefore, I would not fly over my handlebars. If only I stopped.