I don't know what it is about me and bikes lately, but it's like I've forgotten how to ride. Or that I'm back to my bike courier days where I have no respect for anyone's safety -- especially my own. A month ago, before we left for Michigan, I bruised my femur and most tissue between belt and toenails, in addition to my palms (stigmata) and wrists and ... well, it was ugly. adr's parents made me wear long pants for the entirety of my stay with them after their initial response upon my arrival -- agog then gag. Yeah, yeah. Fine. I thought it looked cool.
But yesterday, I had the dumbest self-induced accident ever which resulted a concussion, massive tissue abrasion and damage to my right shoulder. Yes, I can still type with my arm in a sling.
Despite my cycling mishaps / misshapes, it's been a good week. I have gotten more done this week than in the past month, whose production output was impaired by the 2 week cycling and kayaking extravaganza in northern Michigan.