My dear sweet grandma was kind enough to come watch my girls while DH and I went out for a nice 30 mile ride. We went on a weekday morning, so the trail was almost completely empty.

We came to the end of the trail and stopped to take a sip of water and turn around. And then it happened. I was still clipped in on my left side and I started to tip. I started yanking and yanking...I guess my brain isn't trained enough yet, because I crashed hard. My whole bike fell on top of me and I was still clipped in.

Of course, even though we had barely seen another soul up until that point, there had to be another cyclist turning around at the exact same moment. I fell right on my elbow and got a decent cause of road rash all along my arm and bloodied up my elbow and foot. I was cracking up and was so embarrassed. I still couldn't even get my foot out to get up.

I almost fell at a stoplight last week and thought that was "my fall." Let's hope this is the real one and I can move on.