Well I did it again, fell off my bike! I wish I could tell you some gnarly story about how this giant buck came out of no where and how I courageously swerved to avoid him but this is now the 5th or 6th time in the past few years that I’ve fallen off and was not even moving forward.

You see I have yet to master getting my feet out of my pedals in time to put my feet down on the ground when coming to a stop.

My son, Christopher, needed to borrow the car this morning (I won’t go into any details, this is a blog all of its own), so I figured that’s fine, I wanted to do some cross training today anyway and was going to do a spin class at Lifetime Fitness. I’d just ride my back there and back. It’s 9.5-miles each way so an additional hour or so on the bike would be good right?

The light ahead was green, I was a hundred or so yards from the intersection. It is the busiest intersection I have to cross and from past experience now that it takes forever for the light to cycle around. So I stepped it up and was going to try and speed my way across, no such luck. When I was 50-feet or so from the light it turned yellow. I knew I would not make it so I slowed quickly and was gearing down to make the start up easier. I got my left foot out and was putting it down while trying to down shift, I was at a near stop as I shifted my weight inadvisedly to the right, oops! Down I go, such a helpless feeling, right foot clipped to the pedal and the ground quickly approaching. A lady in an SUV behind me yells out, you OK! Yeah, I’m fine, I replied, more embarrassed then hurt, as I thought to my self, idiot, apparently you need training wheels.