The very phenomenon I'd been terrified of since I first stepped foot on a bike FINALLY happened yesterday during one of my training rides. (I ride the bike course for the Iron Girl triathlon every Sunday in preparation for the actual event in August).
I was totally excited about getting out there especially since I got a new bike on Thursday. Lo and behold, my sister (who's beloved Cannondale gave up the ghost early the first morning of a two-day, 110mi bike tour) jacked me for my bike and I decided to just go on her hybrid that I'd been riding. I was doing VERY well, moving along quite nicely. Even powered my way up halfway up a hill in the smallest gear on the second chainring cause I couldn't get down to the first one.
.... Then I hit *cue suspenseful music* Mt. Albert Road. (It's marked as a hill on the course map). I've never been able to make it all the up without stopping but this time I was determined. I shifted down in advance and was spinning in the lowest gear possible. My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. My HRM was reading 185 and what do you know, I got past the end of the fence. Al... most... there.... (but)
My common sense won out... and i unclipped one foot so I could stop. I was trying to catch my breath and my legs had never felt so wobbly. I gave myself a minute or three and decided I was ready to start again. Except I wasn't. With my left foot clipped and my right not so, I didn't get enough momentum going but couldn't get my right foot down in time. I went over to my left and straight out on my back.
My camelpak was full (and full of ice cold water I might add) and it broke my fall rather nicely. I got SOAKED in the process which made for a somewhat chilly ride. There were other people out on the road and I was really embarrassed that they saw my ungraceful dismount. I was also grateful that when I composed myself enough to get going again, two of the people who stopped to make sure I was okay were circling in the road to make sure my bike was operable. It wasn't damaged and I finished the rest of my ride in slightly better time than the last time I did the course.
I guess as falls go it wasn't so bad and now I can stop worrying about what's going to happen when I do. (And is it horrible of me to say that I'm glad I wasn't on my new baby when I took my spill?)