So I had every intention of writing about my crazy day yesterday but, it was just that, crazy. From the time I left my house a little at nine to the time I was home for the night at eleven or so, I’d been home for a total of an hour, tops.
|Utah is gorgeous (and I wish I could claim this as my picture)|
I had a very crafty morning with some wonderful girls (DIY coming soon 🙂 followed by a very eventful afternoon of mountain biking . We headed up to Salt Lake City with some friends and took our bikes up into the avenues. It was about a thirty minute uphill ride (during which I wondered how in the world I’d let Ben talk me into this). We finally got to the top of the trail (me bringing up the rear of course) and were ready to begin our descent. For someone who had only really been biking once before, the beginning of the trail was much too difficult – but oh my was it gorgeous. The dark reds and oranges against the light green hills….At one point there was a canopy of red trees overhead while fallen red leaves sprinkled the ground. It was breathtaking. The trail was narrow and tree-lined. It was beautiful and treacherous. I inched my way down, going last so as to not hold anyone up. After about twenty minutes of bumping along the trail evened out a bit and I got up the confidence to gain a little more speed and start riding a little higher up on the berms (like riding up the side of a bowl).
I was beginning remember why I let my husband buy me a nice bike when I realized how high I was on a berm and hit the breaks. BAD IDEA. When you hit the breaks when you are not perpendicular to the ground, you loose all momentum, which is the only thing keeping you up. I remember tipping but the next thing I knew I was on the side of the trail, partially under my bike, clutching my ankle. OW! It hurt. I sat there in hysterics as I tried to get my voice under enough to control to cry for help. Who knew how far away the others were by now. I looked down at my throbbing ankle and realized it was about three times the size it should be – I thought for sure it was dislocated or broken or something. After about 10 minutes Ben came hiking up the trail to look for me; I was SO happy to see him. And then we began the arduous process of him carrying me down the rest of the trail ( a good 30 minutes of up and down a mountain to the car).
Downsides of hurting my ankle
(my doctor thinks its just sprained …when I called home to tell my mom she happened to be over at my house!)
-I can’t walk anywhere.
-No dance or climbing for awhile.
Benefits of hurting my ankle:
-Last night we got to eat noodles and company for dinner (one of my favorites)
-We had nutella and almond crepes for dessert – divine!
-Ben carries me half the places we go…its kind of cute
-I got to spend the evening at Spark with new friends
-We ride the scooter lots of places so we can park really close.
-I conserve water by taking really short showers
-Everyone is always trying to help me 🙂