a year ago last friday, i went over my handle bars and broke both my elbows, my teeth, etc etc blah blah blah. i’m sick of talking about the details. to commemorate what C calls “the worst day of my [his] life” i went back to the scene of the crime with one of my bffs, kate. (the very same kate who was biking ahead of me when i flipped over my bike, who called 911, and who did her best to keep me laughing so hard while laying on the side walk in the middle of rush hour and later in the emergency room that i didn’t realize i had any broken bones. love her for that.)
we biked there (of course!) in 95 degree weather. kate snapped a picture of me flexing the tiny arm muscles i have (and have been attempting to build since the accident) and i said a few cheesy words about how no corner of park ave was gonna keep me from getting back on my bike. then we biked the rest of park ave to the pool to soak off our newly-helmeted heads and closed-toe-shoed feet. take that park ave. i own you.