I've had a few days in my life that I wish I could just REWIND. Days I would do anything to just START OVER from the beginning. Saturday was one of those days. I was so excited to go to Boise...to cheer Nate on at his race and to see my friends this weekend. Nate and I drove separate cars over to Boise so that I could stay a few extra days. We had all sorts of fun things planned....Roaring Springs with friends, lunches, boating, swimming, a few days to just enjoy the things that I miss so much now that we are over here.
We headed downtown to the race. My friend Alison made me these adorable flags to cheer Nate on. She made some for her husband and another biking friend as well. ABSOLUTELY DARLING!
I have such thoughtful and fun friends....I miss seeing them every day.
The race was 40 minutes in 100 degree temps. I just kept praying over and over again that Nate wouldn't get hurt. I don't care if he comes in DEAD LAST as long as he isn't hurt. Here is the start of the race:
He was doing SO well...feeling great with 8 laps to go:
Then IT happened.
A guy from Idaho Falls (go figure) who was very inexperienced cut right out in front of Nate's line on a straight away. It was like slow motion. Bikes flying...Nate dragging. All of this happened RIGHT smack in front of us. All I could do was scream. It was absolutely terrifying 75 guys in the race and 3 fell.
Nate got the worst of it.
They hauled him off to the tent and checked him over.
He was covered in road rash and had pain in his hip and shoulder They scrubbed out all of his road rash until it bled. SO gross..They thought something may have happened to his ACL and they told us we needed to head over to the ER.
A couple of X-rays and 2 hours later we find out he broke his collarbone. Thankfully his shoulder is ok. I was bracing for surgery or something along those lines.
He is sore but he'll live.
I had to drive him back home because he can't drive his car especially since it has a stick shift. He had to be back at work on Monday morning.
Thankfully my dad will drive his car back over here for us.
I'm trying so hard to be forgiving. I'm so MAD. Mad that he fell, mad at the dumb guy who cut in front of him, mad we had to take ANOTHER trip to the ER, mad that I don't get to do all of the fun things I had planned.
Basically.....I'm thowing my own pity party.
I knew this day would happen eventually....EVERYONE who rides a bike seems to fall at one time or another. I just really wish it hadn't happend on this particular trip........