Paul Kedrosky was talking about this today as well so I’m going to blame him for what happened…
I needed to sweat tonight. My legs were sore but felt like they had more to give. I set out to make up for the poor workout I had yesterday.
So I biked to the track and ended up punishing my legs. Realized I was in the zone when I pulled myself away after 50 sprints up 42 stairs (no walking). Easily the best workout I’ve had in a year. Never heard no in my head, all GO.
I ended with a couple laps around the track to cool down as a rain shower started.
My ride home was euphoric. My head was filled with the bass a podcaster’s baritone voice. I was in my own world from the exercised-induced high. Suddenly, I was jarred back to reality as my wheel slid on a wet railroad track, locked between the track and the road, and snapped the bike end-over-end.
When I found myself sliding headfirst down a hill, the first thing I realized was how long it’s been since I fell off a bike. I estimated about 8 years. The second thought I had was how ineffective my palms were at slowing my slide on wet pavement.
I ended up alright with just a few bumps, minor scrapes, and bruised ego.
As I examined the bike and my body for problems I had my third realization: I had just experienced a personal Black Swan.
