The goal was 3 loops from Zuma to Los Posas... each loop faster than the last. I was looking forward to knocking it out. But unfortunately, that was not in the cards.
Yup.. I was wrapping up my first loop, practicing my new nutrition plan that Ian had mentioned and was in the zone. When I casually put on my awesome 50 SPF Chapstick, upon putting it back in my bento box, I dropped it. Stupidly, I glanced over my right shoulder to see how far back I had dropped it, (I thought maybe I would stop to pick it up), when I glanced back, I realized that my body had steered to the right as well and before I knew it, I was hitting the curb and a diving over my handlebars... for some reason, my right foot unclipped and my right elbow took the brunt.. but there I go.
As I lay in pain on the gravel, I somehow manage to pop up and grab my phone while clinching my right collarbone. It was in mega pain. I did't know what to do, so I stood there, when thankfully, a really nice biker dude, I forget his name, stopped to check on me. Thank goodness. He looked at me and asked me basic questions. I think I responded. All i kept saying over and over was my collarbone, my collarbone. He was more concerned with my right elbow and shin. I didn't even notice them. I think I was in shock. He asked me to unzip the top of my shirt so he can see my collarbone. He said, if i broke it, it would be black and blue already. So I showed it to him and thank goodness, it was fine. As we assessed my bike, he asked if I was OK to ride. I was... still out of it, but OK. As we cruised along towards Zuma, we were chatting and he would casually bike behind me for a few and then catch back up. I told him at one point I was OK, if he needed to go and he said he would ride with me a little while longer and then a few miles later, he asked how I was feeling. I said, I think I am good... and he said, well, you got your color back, so that's a good sign. I got my color back!?!? I didn't even know i lost it!
That being said, I was OK to ride the last 3 miles by myself. I thanked him profusely for stopping and staying with me and then headed to my car. I put my banged up bike on the rack and drove to the lifeguard station. They were awesome. Cleaned me up as best they could and then looked at my elbow and said you need to go to the ER.
So I left Zuma and headed home. Thankfully Cedars is only a few blocks from my house, so I stopped at home and dropped all my stuff off and took a taxi to the ER. As they cleaned me up, the nurse pulled out a pic, scrub sponge and light sponge. He said 99% of the time the light sponge and scrub sponge does the trick and that he never has to use the pic. Well, I was that 1%!! HOLY MOLY he dug into my elbow like he was digging for gold. I did get a vicodin, but it didn't kick in until I left, so my shin and elbow were killing me from all the scrubbing and picking. OH MY GOD!
4 Hours later and X-rays of my entire right side from my collarbone down to my ankle, i am all set to go and NOTHING was broken! WAHOOOOOOOOO!! i was just severely banged up. I will take it.
I was forced to rest the next few days and many was that hard, but I guess I needed it.
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