So two weeks ago today I broke my collar bone with less then two laps left in the Sedalia 3/4 crit.
It was not fun.
Johnny Ju Ju and I made the drive together and the race started out fast. It may have been the lack of substantial warm up but I felt like crap. Plus it was hot. Really hot. That probably had something to do with it.
15 minutes in and I had completely emptied my water bottle on my head. 16 minutes in and my jersey was completely in zipped. 20 minutes in I was contemplating dumping my ice cold Gatorade bottle on my head. 25 minutes in I took off my gloves thinking it would make me cooler. 26 minutes in I was dumping ice cold Gatorade on my head and wondering why I didn't do it sooner.
And during all this I was trying to race but not doing a very good job of it. I almost got dropped twice and the second time I came close to quitting. Real close. But the group slowed just enough. So I kept going.
Plus this was probably my last road bike race of the year and given that X is having a baby in January there was a real possibility that I would never be this fit again.
So I kept barely hanging on... and started to feel better towards the end.
Then it all went to shit.
Crashes are going to happen in this sport but it seems silly for one to happen on a strait section with only about 16 people in the pack.
We were approaching the finish line to begin the final lap and someone attacked. We all followed but some of us got a little crazy. In the corner on my left eye I see a couple guys who were behind me swing out to left and attack, then they quickly swerve back to the right... Right into me. I was on the outside of the pack, with everyone on my right, so some dude hits me from the left and sandwiches me.
I saw it happening and had enough time for a quick yell, but it was to late. I went down and think I took the guy to my right down as well. The impact was hard. Then while i was on the ground in the fetal position, thinking I was in the clear and no one would run into me, someone ran square into my lower back. It felt like I got punched by a gorilla.
That last blow kind of knocked the wind out of me and I slowly sat up. I immediately noticed that I looked like the pros I see on tv when they're sitting on the pavement with a broken collar bone. My body was in the same position.
A few people came over to help and I scooted over to the curb. My good friend Kent W, himself recovering from a broken collar bone, came over and it was nice having him there.
So Johnny drove me to the Sedalia hospital and two hours and two shots of morphine later we were on the road back to KC. Thank god Johnny was there. It would have sucked a lot more without him.
Plus Levon meet us at home at about 1am since X gone in Linclon, NE doing roller derby few more hours and I was going to be home alone. Friends are the best.
The first 3 or 4 days were brutal. Not just the collar bone, but my back and left hip. I was a mess. But it's been a bit better every day.
So here I am two weeks later and I tied my own shoes for the first time this morning! Maybe I can make it back for a few cx races?
I will ride my bike!