This week has played out like a really bad Good News/Bad News joke. First the good news: I was feeling good and crushing the miles. My plan was to finish yesterday strong (March 15), push for a century today, and put in a solid 40+ tomorrow to end the week. My projected weekly miles would have been north of 350.
Then, the proverbial dagger from the Ides of March struck bringing the Bad News side of the joke. At about mile 48, my front tire hit a crease in the road and my bike and I went flying. I knew I was in trouble when, after picking myself up, I noticed my elbow had already developed a major goose egg.
After riding home and changing cloths, I drove myself to the nearest Express Care. The XRays confirmed my fears — Broken elbow.
Looks like my Coast to Coast dream is over.
