Bikes, Tykes, and Treadmills

In every man's life comes a time when he must 'take one for the team' and sit out a week. I've already done that so hopefully I won't be out of action like that again. I recently was in the gnarliest bike wreck. I got 14 stitches, a possible concussion, road rash, the works. Of course I also got one of the most painful weeks of bed rest, and the locals before the stitches didn't feel too great either...well neither does it feel good when they have to did through scabs to pull out the stitches. None the less, I got some cool scars and a fun story...for the strong stomached. Though, with the addition of scars and disfigurement came my nieces skepticism toward me...again. Everytime I change something (dual blue mohawks, stitches, etc) my niece is never quite certain whether I'm safe. She'll be all happy and giggly...then her eyes settle on me. That pretty much ends the happy giggly Kensley. O well, it's actually kind of funny. I recently was cleared to get back on the bike after having not officially riding one for nearly 2 weeks. I thought hey this is great, I'll get to get back out and ride again, something I was itching to do. Little did I know I would spend all of my time on the treadmill for bikes. the stationary trainer. On top of that, I wasn't allowed to watch tv or anything while I was on the trainer because I was supposed to focu on my cadence. Thats been real funny, let me tell you. hopefully with this ride with my coach I'll be able to get back outside. As always, thanks for reading and wasting the last 45 seconds of your life!