My bruises and scrapes are still healing from crashing my bike in my living room last week.
This morning was a swim day. I was doing my thing, and on one of my turns (open turns),
my foot slipped off the top of the wall — and the top of my foot
slammed down on the ledge. Owie! A few laps later I needed my kickboard,
I only then did I realize that my flying foot had knocked over my water
bottle and pushed my kickboard a few feet down the pool deck in the
Later, not training related, my husband I were walking the dogs when
they spotted a squirrel. My pit bull started to pull me over to it, and
then I tripped over my lab... and landed face first in someone's yard.
My pit bull dragged me a good six inches before I came to a stop in the
dirt. My husband was able to ask me if I was OK before he laughed at me.
Just another day of mishaps in the life of a wannabe triathlete.