Chinguacousy Park

This morning I rode my road bike to physiotherapy for my wrist. The round trip which normally takes just over an hour took 43 minutes. I love how much faster I can get around on my new bike. What I don’t love is the learning process for riding with clipped in shoes. I had my third fall today.

On Wednesday, Owen and I were riding on the bike path in the valley near our house and there was a Parks operations truck parked on the pathway. We went around on the grass and I was going quite slowly, glanced down momentarily, looked up and saw lamppost right in front of me. I braked quickly, forgot that I was clipped in and fell over onto the grass. I realized what was happening and managed to fall quite gently and without hurting myself, other than my pride.

My physiotherapist took a look at my knee. He thinks I probably banged the tibia causing it to bleed and create the large bruise and swelling. He wrapped it up for me.

He thinks I should still be able to do the Tour de Mississauga on September 21, but I am supposed to stop running for a couple weeks and ride only short distances until the rest of the swelling goes away.

On the way home I had Fall #3 as I approached a light. My habit has been to put my right foot down when I stop but I find it easier to clip in my right foot first so I have been only unclipping my left when I stop. Today I unclipped my left and then tried to put down my right. Duh. Fortunately, I didn’t really hurt myself. I’m getting good at falling.

This afternoon we went to Chinguacousy Park. They have a lot of activities for kids this summer. The petting zoo and the pony rides have been there in the past.

New this summer, or at least new to me, is train rides and a merry-go-round.

We also played at the splash pad and playground.

Aren’t Owen and Olivia cute walking hand-in-hand with Hunter?

It was all too much for Hunter who is three and fell asleep on the short drive home.

Victoria and I tried to get in on the picture action at a stoplight. I really need to get better at selfies. Actually, I just learned that a group selfie in called an “usie”. I’m not very good at “usies”, either.