i've seen better days

don't let the smile fool you.
a busted elbow is not fun.


i sensed my own fear before it actually happened.
a second of hesitation.
catch, skid, slide.
launch.

i don't remember flying but i could see the sidewalk getting closer to my face.
the first slam on the concrete.
bouncing.
then body surfing the sidewalk.

people came running.
"are you ok?"
but i just wanted to cry on the curb alone.
and with matt.
who looked back just in time to see my tire catch and immediately pedaled toward me.

adrenaline pumped and the only injury i could feel was the deep road rash on my arm.
it was on the 2 miles home i began to feel everything else.
my thighs rubbed raw on the sidewalk.
my hip bones.
my stomach.
my hands.
all started to burn.

today my muscles ache from impact.
and the bruises are showing up.

needless to say, i wont be doing this again soon...
at least not downhill.
on 33rd south.