Well, I did it this time. I've injured myself. I definitely should have known better.
I decided to start taking Ginger with me on bike rides, to give her some extra exercise. And she's great at it, just like she's great at everything we ask of her.
Right from the beginning, Gregg and I talked about how taking George along for a ride would be a bad idea. He's just getting to the point that I can comfortably walk him on a leash, and he'll still pull hard when he gets distracted. An 88 pound dog can really pull when he wants to, and sometimes I have to use all my strength to hold him when he gets really excited about something.
So this morning I took Ginger out for a ride, and she did great. I felt guilty though because poor George stood at the gate as we rode off and whined and whined. When we got back he still looked so sad that I decided to give him a go, too. I figured that once he worked up to a run that he wouldn't be as likely to notice distractions, and maybe it would be alright. For about a block, all was well.
But then he suddenly veered off to the left at a neighbor's mailbox that he loves to sniff, and I went crashing down on my left knee and forearm. Check it out:
My arm is actually worse than it looks in the bottom photo. It's got a big swollen lump that's rapidly turning purple. I haven't had gravel burns from a fall from a bike since I was a kid. It's pretty painful, but at least nothing is broken.
I can't even blame poor George. I should have known better. He looked so startled, and so sorry, that rather than walk the rest of the way back home I (very cautiously) climbed back on the bike and we made it without further incident. Thank goodness that I only have some scrapes and bruises to show for my stupidity. My bike's handlebars got knocked all out of alignment but I'll wait for Gregg to get home to fix it.