Tri Training

Lisa and I have been training at South Shores, but there was a water main break yesterday and many areas had contamination warnings, including South Shores. So we went over to Fanuel Street Park. It was VERY windy, really strong water current, white caps on the WAVES on the BAY, and the water temp was said to be 59 degrees. Boy that was a ton of freakin' fun. I thought Lisa was gonna bail out but I didn't give her the opportunity. It took us about 20 minutes to finish our swim and I think it was less than our normal 1/4 mile.

Then we got on our bikes and after we had gone a little way, Lisa says that we didn't need to wear our helmets because we weren't on a street, to which I replied we should always wear our helmets. :) She's concerned that we look like dorks.
Further into the ride there was a construction worker lifting a big beam across the the sidewalk. I started slowing, I didn't want to stop suddenly because I didn't know how closely Lisa might be following me, but I wasn't slowing enough. I headed to the side of the sidewalk thinking I would duck if the beam was still near me, but since I was watching the beam and not the sidewalk my front tire went off into the sand. I was going pretty slow at this point so it would have been no problem to just put my right foot down to stop my sideways fall.... HOWEVER... the bike I am using has the shoe strap thingies on the pedals that hold your foot in place, so I went to fling my foot towards the right but only succeeded in pulling myself over onto the concrete quicker. As I hit the ground it occurs to be that Lisa is probably going to run in to me now. I hear her utter some surprised noise and then she hits me and goes down.

I turn to her and say, "Aren't you glad we wore our helmets?".


Were we injured?
Barely a scrape.
Though I did search for one in a desperate attempt to call it my first Triathlon Training Injury. But alas, I have just the itty bitty tiniest spot of road rash on my leg. I will keep it in reserve.
No injuries to either of us. We could barely move we were laughing so hard. The poor construction worker guy was a bit worried. I think he might have thought we were crying and rolling on the ground in agony instead of hysterical laughter.