I think I'm still out of breath. Didn't get to the gym today due to watching my neighbors kids this AM.
So after they leave and after lunch I decide to hook up the trailer for the bike and pull the kids (3&5), almost 75+ pounds together.
I've never pulled them before. Our subdivision apparently has these rolling hills that are a little noticable when walking, but way more noticable when peddling.
I totally huffed and puffed, but kept going. Trying to coast when at all possible. Finally I start to feel more uncomfortable 'cause my bike seat is starting to bend ...the back part of the seat was going straight down and the front part of the seat was coming straight up, like a friggin rocket going north between my legs!!! No, it was NOT comfortable....so I realize I need to stop and make some sort of an adjustment. I totally was the most ungraceful person ever trying get off the bike, I wobbled, tried to catch myself, but crashed and burned. Sort of in slow motion. The kids were fine 'cause a) they were strapped in and b) they were already on the ground, no place to fall.
SOOOO, I scratched my left wrist, like you know when people 'slash' their wrists in the movies, I wasn't gushing or bleeding horribly but enough for me to say "Oh ****" in front of the kids.
I couldn't adjust the seat, so had to peddle on home trying to stand so the seat doesn't come up thru my body and exit my eyeball.
When we finally get home, I pulled up next to our mailbox, and held on to that as I got off, then I had to push the bike and trailer up the drive way.
My heart beat is just more than it thump-thump --- it was a BOOM BOOM BOOM. I am trying to collect the kids, unstrap them, and I seriously reminded my 5 yr old how to call 911 if sometime I fall down and he can't wake me up!!!!
We also have a security alarm and in addition to the police you can also contact the fire and ambulance just with one push of a button. I showed him the green plus for ambulance and said if I ever fell down and something happend where he couldnt wake me up, that he needs to push that button and then run to the neighbors and bang on their door as hard as he could.
I drank some water, put the 3 yr old down to nap, took a shower, got out a game for the 5 year old and then came in the office to share my bike crash story with my fellow fat chicks.
Maybe one day that ride will be a breeze for me. But I must have looked like an elephant. The worst part is we live near lots of new construction so I'm sure the construction guys had a nice laugh at the fat chick who crashed. If I were a size 2 I'm sure they'd be all over trying to help huh???
Soooooooooooooooooo, time for more ice water and perhaps a band aid for my wrist.
P.S. - guess Dear Hubby is getting a new bikeseat for fathers day! LOL