Soon after my crash, I learned that I've acquired a sketchy reputation with the Beverly EMTs. ;-) When Mike picked my bike up from the Beverly police station, they mentioned they went to log the accident into their system and discovered I was already in it... and that perhaps I should find a new hobby. (I've had only two major crashes requiring an ambulance ... unfortunately, both in Beverly.)
I have also discovered that there's this wacky tendency for my cycling brethren to share their crash stories, x-rays, and pictures of road rash with me. I say brethren because the sisterhood has not felt compelled to compare war wounds with me. O.K., guys. You're all nuts. But thanks for the laughs. (And yes.. I promise to post my x-ray if I can get it.)
I'm having good days and bad days. After talking with Keli Howe about putting a training plan into action, I spent an hour on the recumbent bike at the Y Wednesday. And because I only did 10 miles on the bike, I went back to the Y at 3:00 for another hour. (I can hear the lectures now... I know... I know... ) Thursday I felt like crap. I had a pounding headache for most of the day, which no amount of Tylenol, Motrin, or lemon ginger would help. Ya. Concussions suck.