Apr 25, 2010

I went for a mountain bike ride with David yesterday. The woods were so fresh and green! The sun was out and everything sparkled. Saw some spring ephemeral wildflowers. And I fell off my bike! That's right, had a big ol' fall. Almost went down into a stream gully, too. I did something that I've known not to do for years. I looked right at that big pointy rock I didn't want to hit and my bike followed my eyes. But, even with three months of chemotherapy, I still bounce pretty good and only got a couple of scratches. I also got one horrible photo of big ol' fat, bald me in bike clothes that not longer fit! Ugh! Chemo isn't pretty!