My DH and I decided that we would go for a nice bike ride. A together thing, no kids just the two of us biking down the trail through the woods. There is water and trees and fresh air. Then it happens.... I hit a patch of soft gravel and down I go..... I hurt my knee I held strong and did not cry. Although I wanted to. ( not sure if I hurt my knee or my pride more. Even though it was bleeding a wee bit.)

So I jump back on my bike and off we go again. Mind you this is the first time I have been on my bike in over a year and a half. So as I said we are off again. So my sweet darling asks me after 5 km if I would like to take a break I say no lets go to the end of the trail which is 9 km long. We get just to the end and it happens again..... down I go.... this time I really hurt myself..... I screwed up my knee it is bleeding more and it really hurts....this time I did cry....

DH comes over and helps me up and gives me kiss to make me feel better. We rest for awhile and dam we have to ride 9 km back through the woods AGAIN. So off we go and it HURTS. So we are off and then out of now where a darn partridge jumps out in front of me and I almost went down again.

Finally DH finds a path that took us out to the highway and we drove the next 6 kms on the road much safer. But now I am so sore. I am hobbling along and when I stand up after sitting it is so stiff. So I should be feeling real great tomorrow. Well that is the tale of the biker babe.