Bicycle V Car

Last week has been a little hectic.
On Saturday I did a sportive – shocking average speed – but wet, foggy and hilly so I suppose acceptable. Thankfully the speed on my Garmin is not AS shocking as what is recorded online. I’ve never taken part in a sportive before – but I find the concept of a timing chip strapped to your leg on a ride where you are actively encouraged to stop via vans filled with cake/drinks etc a bit odd.
Sunday – ran.
Monday – swam.
Tuesday – got driven into by an idiot driver during my commute home. 1 week and 1 day before meant to be boarding a plane to Majorca.

You know you’ve got a real love for cycling (I wont pretend I was as worried about run/swimming) when thoughts on being hit are:
O wow – that hurts –> what hurts? –> legs hurt –> in what way will this affect training, and will it impact racing? –> Am I still going to Majorca? –> Is my bike ok? Finally followed by a thorough mental check of bodily parts.

Thanks to my screaming excessively loudly and repeatedly, a bit like a fog horn, and I suppose my being sprawled on the road next to a bicycle, an ambulance was phoned for, as were police, and the rest is history because I’m fine. Excluding bruises and a pretty sore neck – it would seem in flinging arms to protect head I pulled a load of muscles.

My bike less so, she’s had some updated parts, and I can sense an ongoing insurance battle before I see any money back. I have to admit, I was pretty heartbroken when I examined my Dulce, I still am, but at least she tells a story.

I could blog about the injustice of the relationship between drivers and cyclists, the fact that in this case the driver was just completely careless, but I won’t because enough has been said already. So I revert to type to talk about myself.

I’ve never been very good at recovery, but following actually being hit by a car I think one has to accept defeat and I took two days totally off. On Friday, I decided to try a little run. I felt very naughty as I pulled on my trainers and clicked the door behind me. I took it easy, the inclines hurt my knees, but it was ok.

In the evening, I tested a little swim – also ok, though I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt at all. And today I rode – carefully and easily, but I still got on the bike and got out, which I have to say is more than I thought I would be able to do on Tuesday night when my knees were screaming.

When my body isn’t performing how I want it, isn’t getting faster quick enough, feels heavy when I want to feel light and weak when I want to feel strong, it is tempting to feel frustrated with it for not achieving the goals. It has to be said though, this week – my body has done a damn good job of recovering.

I almost say that with an ounce of worry – maybe I’m speaking too soon and some nasty repercussion is set to rear its head soon. But for now, I suppose I’m very grateful to this set of limbs that support me, even when I doubt their ability to do so. Hopefully, I will bear this in mind next time the numbers on the clock don’t meet my desires.

Published by michellearthurs

I'm an NCTJ Journalist and work at Cycling Weekly. Previous to this, I was the Editor at Total Women's Cycling. I've also dabbled in marketing and copywriting - having been Marketing Coordinator and Social Media/Content Editor at Evans Cycles. My first job was working on a local newspaper.  I've written for a variety of titles on a freelance basis, too. I got into cycling when I entered my first triathlon in 2010. I now race crits, road races, time trials, and do a lot of track training for not very much track racing.

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