It was bound to happen, and this morning, after 1 year and 7 months back on the bike, I fell on my arse (well my head actually). I know I was laying on the bitumen at the Hell of the West Triathlon in Gundy earlier this year, but that was a 'tipover', this one was 'real'.
Sauntering along, about an hour from the bottom of my beloved Bunyas, in a group of six, when a rider in the group lost control in front of me and layed down. I had nowhere to go and hit and rolled pretty hard. A little bit of bark off on the left but I smacked my head quite hard. I ended up at hospital and have a mild concussion (and a hell of a headache).
What about the bike you ask? It was almost perfect, but I did write off a helmet and the lenses in my Oakley Sunglasses.
The good news is, I don't think I will lose more than a day of training.
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