I have experienced bad running days before...but today was my first bad ride day. I don't know...the weather was perfect, the day started off great as I picked up a jersey I had ordered from Cynergy in Santa Monica, I watched part of the Tour de France before getting on my bike.

Got on my bike to do about 40 miles with the bf...and my right leg starts cramping up. I figured it just needed to warm up and it would feel better. The knee started acting up next. Grrrr...asked the bf to stop so I could stretch and the muscles felt better. Everything was fine for the first hour and a half or so...then we hit lots of traffic by Manhattan Beach. I lose my balance trying to decide what to do at a red light (unclip or not?) because at the previous lights I would unclip and the stupid light would turn green and i'd be fumbling to get my cleat clipped back in. So I of course unclip last minute at this stupid light, and instead of putting my left foot down (the one I unclipped), I lose my balance and fall to my right. Luckily bf was there to catch me, but I had all the cars behind me seeing the whole thing! Boy was I embarassed!

I was just too tired to continue on actually, but kept at it, and on the way back, we had to turn left and go over a little hump to get back into the bike lane. Well, some slowpoke guy holding a cup of whatever was in there was in front of bf also making the left over the narrow opening, so bf slows down, and me being on autopilot also turn left but forget to slow down, hit bf's derailleur, lose my balance, fall to my right in the middle of the road in slowmo, all the while my left leg is still clipped in. I must admit, it must have looked funny but I was mad and embarrassed! And I broke my bf's derailleur!

I called it a day, called bf's sister to come get me, bf managed to fix whatever was broken so he rode home, but it still needs to go to the shop to have that part replaced. And I am still upset that I sucked so much today! I have been riding a lot and doing well with my hill training and riding alone in traffic, and now this crap happens! Oh, and my brand new white Castelli jersey...covered in grease stains. Bah!