Murphy's Law?
It's 4am on friday morning. Yes.... Spring Break has started. I am currently in my living room sitting in front of the TV surrounded by energy drinks, double stuff oreos, beer, trail mix, black tea, an empty bowl that used to contain cookies and cream ice cream and some glasses of milk. However, as fun as this sounds it's not as fun as it sounds.....I'll start from the beginning.
I went to sleep the other night at 12:30am only to wake this morning (yesterday morning?) at 8:30am to meet a friend for breakfast. As I scrambled to shower and catch the bus i forgot to print my paper due for my last class, oh well. I catch the bus and make it to breakfast right on time, however my friend was a no show. "phone died", "alarm didn't go off", "I'm sorry I'm sorry!" yea whatever......it was a no show. So i cruis around the hill to find some breakfast not wanting to do the awkward sit down by yourself type thing. I end up getting breakfast and hanging out with a friend till class. Great, school is out and spring break for me has officially started thanks to friday's classes being canceled. I hurry home to ride.
After being on campus for nearly 5 hrs i was ready to do bike practice. With Puerto Rico right around the corner i have been doing my first hard efforts of the season. A large group of us headed up to Sunshine canyon. Bryan and I went hard, me chasing him the whole way up to the top, good effort but I'm tired. For some reason, despite going hard up the climb, the general consensus was to go hard down as well. Today I went down Sunshine faster than I ever have, railing corners hard with minimal breaks and hitting speeds over 52mph's. We get to the bottom, everyone tired and continue with our ride. Content with the efforts just exerted we continued to cruise the local bike path. As we meandered around boulder Kiel and I were in front going a normal speed as we came around the same corner I have gone around at least 100 times. however this time the turn was booby trapped with a thin layer of sand and grit. Before i knew it i was on the pavement with my helmet cracked in two places. I immediately got up and stumbled around, severely pissed off that i had just eaten shit on the F@#*kingbike path... amateur hour! I then proceeded to notice my brand new lenses were scratched, major bummer. At this point I told the guys i just wanted to go home. They asked me if i was ok and I just nodded my head and said yes. As they left I got on my bike and proceeded down the bike path toward home. However I made it about 30 yards down the path to where there was a split in the path. At this point I didn't have a clue where I was or where home was. Completely discombobulated I called Bryan...."uh...I don't know where I am or how to get home". Within a few minutes the guys were back with me checking my status. Kiel continued to play the Remember This Word ______ Game. He gave me the word...Pencil, and I continually forgot what the word was. I also kept rediscovering that I had scratched my glasses. At this point the guys were worried about me and we rode to Boulder Community Hospital. By the time we got there I was remembering things that had happened and could answer almost every question asked. After speaking to doctors and nurses we decided the banana boat tour at the hospital wasn't worth it and I got a ride home.
Now feeling much better I am still taking the precautions for a concussion. No sleepy all night. Thank god I have good friends. Thanks for everyone who has called, come bye to say hi or has hung out with me all night watching movies and eating junk food, those people being Peter, Kiel, Kelly and a little Shep. So as you can tell, it's not a normal start to a spring break. The fact that I have a strawberry on my chin doesn't help and all the road rash (which is minimal) isn't going to feel good in the ocean. So needless to say, its been a ling day, and I haven't done an all nighter since high school. OH well Shit happens.
For your viewing pleasure.
In other news, some of us have our Xmas in december while others (shep) have theirs after the Trek team camp.
I think Shep has more cool clothes than he knows what to do with.
I went to sleep the other night at 12:30am only to wake this morning (yesterday morning?) at 8:30am to meet a friend for breakfast. As I scrambled to shower and catch the bus i forgot to print my paper due for my last class, oh well. I catch the bus and make it to breakfast right on time, however my friend was a no show. "phone died", "alarm didn't go off", "I'm sorry I'm sorry!" yea whatever......it was a no show. So i cruis around the hill to find some breakfast not wanting to do the awkward sit down by yourself type thing. I end up getting breakfast and hanging out with a friend till class. Great, school is out and spring break for me has officially started thanks to friday's classes being canceled. I hurry home to ride.
After being on campus for nearly 5 hrs i was ready to do bike practice. With Puerto Rico right around the corner i have been doing my first hard efforts of the season. A large group of us headed up to Sunshine canyon. Bryan and I went hard, me chasing him the whole way up to the top, good effort but I'm tired. For some reason, despite going hard up the climb, the general consensus was to go hard down as well. Today I went down Sunshine faster than I ever have, railing corners hard with minimal breaks and hitting speeds over 52mph's. We get to the bottom, everyone tired and continue with our ride. Content with the efforts just exerted we continued to cruise the local bike path. As we meandered around boulder Kiel and I were in front going a normal speed as we came around the same corner I have gone around at least 100 times. however this time the turn was booby trapped with a thin layer of sand and grit. Before i knew it i was on the pavement with my helmet cracked in two places. I immediately got up and stumbled around, severely pissed off that i had just eaten shit on the F@#*kingbike path... amateur hour! I then proceeded to notice my brand new lenses were scratched, major bummer. At this point I told the guys i just wanted to go home. They asked me if i was ok and I just nodded my head and said yes. As they left I got on my bike and proceeded down the bike path toward home. However I made it about 30 yards down the path to where there was a split in the path. At this point I didn't have a clue where I was or where home was. Completely discombobulated I called Bryan...."uh...I don't know where I am or how to get home". Within a few minutes the guys were back with me checking my status. Kiel continued to play the Remember This Word ______ Game. He gave me the word...Pencil, and I continually forgot what the word was. I also kept rediscovering that I had scratched my glasses. At this point the guys were worried about me and we rode to Boulder Community Hospital. By the time we got there I was remembering things that had happened and could answer almost every question asked. After speaking to doctors and nurses we decided the banana boat tour at the hospital wasn't worth it and I got a ride home.
Now feeling much better I am still taking the precautions for a concussion. No sleepy all night. Thank god I have good friends. Thanks for everyone who has called, come bye to say hi or has hung out with me all night watching movies and eating junk food, those people being Peter, Kiel, Kelly and a little Shep. So as you can tell, it's not a normal start to a spring break. The fact that I have a strawberry on my chin doesn't help and all the road rash (which is minimal) isn't going to feel good in the ocean. So needless to say, its been a ling day, and I haven't done an all nighter since high school. OH well Shit happens.
For your viewing pleasure.
In other news, some of us have our Xmas in december while others (shep) have theirs after the Trek team camp.
I think Shep has more cool clothes than he knows what to do with.
Thats all i got. I'm going to try to not fall asleep now.
posted by blakeharlan at 4:07 AM
4 Comments:
Geez man, can't even keep the rubber side down on the bike path. I hope you're feeling good and get some sleep today.
I can't believe you hit the deck on the bike path. What a n00b.
I keep picturing old men on their hybrids pointing you out to their kid on a trail-a-bike.
Haha, totally kidding, I'm an @sshole.
I suppose you'll be skipping Fontana?
I don't really blame you if you do, but if you ever want to come race in Cali "mi casa es su case"... also mi refridgerator.
Feel better man.
Ooooh, bike path crashed are the worst.
Especially while sober.
12 km/h, on a hybrid. Bike path.
Go down fall boom.
Very embarrassing, but hilarious once I'd scabbed over.
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