Lance Armstrong & Me, Revisited
Posted June 18, 2010on:
My promising Tour de France career is ended. Officially.
Oh, after falling off my bicycle twice in the first two days, I had gone a good week without a crash. Until today.
But with my third fall in a couple weeks, and this time with a pretty bashed up knee, it’s time that I forgo my bicycling career even though Lance went back to competitive biking after his cancer treatment. And I would have looked really good this summer in that yellow jersey.
I don’t know if the falls are related to my lack of coordination, a lingering effect of the chemotherapy drug, Taxol, or a combination. Coordination is not my strong suit.
And I was really enjoying riding my bike. There was a feeling of freedom on the bicycle, particularly on cool days. As I have noted before, you never forget how to fall off a bike. Staying on appears to be a tad trickier. At least for me.
And yes, I was wearing a helmet. I like what’s between my ears.
With my banged up knee, I’m thinking an Iron Woman triathlon is out of the question this year, too.
I don’t think I’ll entering the spelling bee, either, although I don’t think my knee would be the reason.
I’m taking suggestions for other careers.