I'm still not entirely sure how I didn't manage to hit my Eject Button -- I've got Power Grips instead of clips because they're so easy to get out of. I'll have to talk to my Bike Shop guys next time I'm in about how to get OFF the bike in a hurry.

I'm still amused that it was a little bitty hill that kicked my butt like that. Guess I'm not quite ready for singletrack! (I've been joking that if we do the 20-mile lakeside trail anytime soon, I'm doing it in a survival suit.)

Honestly, the worst part of it is that I'm off my bike until the aches subside a bit more. I tried to go out last night, just for a nice, slow 1-miler around the neighborhood. I got to the end of my street and had to throw the towel in.

If I'd been seriously hurt, it wouldn't be funny AT ALL. Since I'm not, I find it utterly hilarious. According to the Other Human, I managed the slowest crash, ever. Apparently, when I'm in trouble, I move in slow-mo.