For those of you who don't know I am an avid mountain biker. And normally I do pretty well at keeping the bike between mother earth, and myself. Yesterday however, I communed with mother earth by force, AKA I did a flying superman impression over the handle bars of my bike. It was simple really, I was shooting up a small narrow uphill path. I was carrying plenty of speed to clear a couple of tree roots at the top. However; when I hit the first root, I was popped into a front wheelie, which landed most unfortunitly directly behind the second root. My bicycle stopped, I didn't. Over the bike I flew as pretty as an eagle in flight. I did an amazing flying push-up upon landing, saving my face from blood, and scarring. Due to the special pedals, and shoes, that mountain bikers wear to stay connected with the bike over normal rough terrain, the bicycle followed me over the root, and landed atop of my prone form. No serious injury, or damage to myself, or the bike was incured. However, I have a few briuses, and a very sore shoulder to endure for a few days.

Not helping the situation, one of the small, young hound dogs at work, decided to play chicken with my leg, and we both lost when he t-boned the left side of my knee cap, and wrapped around my leg as if it were a telephone pole. I was uninjured, just in pain, he was knocked a tad loopy in the head for a minute, but was fine. In total today I have two slightly sore knees, a bruised shin, and a sore right shoulder.

Tomorrow I am biking the rail trail, a cinder trail with no rocks, roots or hills.