Marcy’s spirit of relishing every adventure truly sets her apart. She doesn’t merely cross the stream; she leaps energetically into its deepest parts and joyously bounces through. The sheer amount of energy this little dog exhibits is unmatched by any human. Outdoors, she’s an absolute whirlwind of excitement.
This morning, running late for work gave me the perfect excuse to pedal my bike faster than usual. In the woods, I channel my inner Marcy on my bike. However, as I rounded a corner, my gracefulness fell short of Marcy’s expertise in navigating terrain at high speeds.
It had snowed earlier, and the wind was so fierce it felt like being in a wind tunnel. The temperature was bitterly cold, the kind that hinted at black ice hiding around every turn. Approaching a traffic light that started to turn yellow, I thought, “Hey, I’ll just zip around this corner and keep going… that way, I don’t have to stop.” So, I dove into the turn – and straight onto the black ice.
I hit the ground, performing the classic road bike slide. Quickly, I got up, gathered my bike, and continued on. As I rode, I adjusted my rear fender and assessed the situation. My bike seemed fine, but I was left pondering over a sharp pain in my elbow.
At work, I noticed the damage to my ROAR jacket and braced myself for what I’d find underneath. Sure enough, there was a significant patch of skin missing. My knee also ached, but I was more concerned yet relieved that my only pair of jeans had survived unscathed. Jeans truly are unbeatable. Had I been wearing my cotton pants, I’d be sitting here with a hole in them.
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