when i was a kid i used to watch the great space coaster and a gnu puppet would read the news. and his tagline was the title to this post.
i'm no gnu, but i have g'news.
since i last posted...
walla walla ended when my lover crashed in her race and broke her collarbone. i changed out of my spandex and into my nurse's uniform to care for her.
THEN, before she could even get back on her feet, i crashed in my next race and suffered and AC separation in my left shoulder - not to be confused with AC Slater from saved by the bell. oh the tragic irony of it all. so, my first two stage races ended early. when i crashed and messed up my shoulder i was about 30% of the way through the first race (of four). the worst of my injuries was the AC separation. but it was accompanied by plenty of road rash (i lost most of my butt) and a large gash to my elbow requiring stitches. the road rash is great because when it's all bloody and oozy it sticks to your clothes! and then you have to unstick it! and that feels like a bubble bath. if that bubble bath were a kick to the nuts.
i'm slowly on the mend from the crash. and my lover is well on the mend. i've ridden on the trainer a bit and will hopefully get back outside on the bike this week. just need to get some parts fixed. on the bike. thankfully the damage wasn't too extensive (jennifer broke her frame). anyway, the crashes sucked. we don't like time off. and i'll be out of climbing even longer than i'm out of cycling. and that's horseshit. i crashed my bike in october and broke a bone in my hip. then i crashed at cherry blossom. is someone trying to tell me something? or is bo jackson worried i'll steal his thunder?
i dunno, but it sure makes climbing seem safe.
