But simple doesn't really suit me.
A supposedly routine trail ride through Timberland's Blue Zone and Roxas trails. It's been a while since I last rode these trails. But after that initial warm-up, everything feels familiar again. I fell off my bike once but no harm done. Got on my bike again and continued to ride. The morning was turning late. We were relaxed and in high spirits. What could possibly go wrong.
Then I flew off my bike again.
My friends immediately flooded social media with evidence: my bloody leg, the bloody rock, the soaking towel used to absorb the blood (yes, there was that much blood), the sidecar coming to pick me up, the frantic calls to my doctor brother, the calls to the hospital and cancelled plans for the week.
And the questions come in. What happened?
And I'm stumped. We finished the tough trails, were making our way through wide trails and were on our way back. There was a rock. My bike should travel over that rock safely. Easy. My front wheel must not have gotten that memo because suddenly I was sprawled on the ground, my legs underneath my bike and I was in pain. Not a lot at first.
And then Pen and Princess screamed. There was a whole lot of blood.
Pen sprinted towards the aid station to get some help. LA and I tried to stop the bleeding as much as possible. Cess took photos and comforted me. The three of us made jokes and dissected it over and over again, wondering how this could have happened.
I could then write about the madness that is the Philippine health care system and how being unemployed is probably the worst time to get into an accident. But that should be for another day.
Long story short, I got a huge gaping wound underneath my knee and 4 stitches .
This trail was supposed to be routine. Simple.
Simple does not suit me.
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