Time to Blog again

I think that enough time has passed that I should post another thought or two. I just finished taking the bar exam, it was tough and I hope I passed. Three grueling days of testings. I think one of the biggest hurdles to taking that test is the emotional roadblock of not psyching yourself out!

Well, it is almost spring and I am excited to start biking outside again. Two summers ago I had the chance to bike through Yellow Stone National Park with the scouts from my dad's ward. The first night we biked through the park we rode through a herd of wild buffalo that were scattered on either side of the street. The next day we biked up and over the continental divide to Old Faithful and then back again and finished in Jackson Hole Wyoming. I wore spandex without the special biking pad and let me tell you after 110 miles on the seat of that bike I was extremely sore.

The next day I was biking with the group down a hill and I happened to be in the lead. I came to a point in the road where the old pavement ended and new pavement began (or was it the other way around?), anyway I hit a bump and my front tire jumped off the road. Unfortunately I was clipped into my bike and holding onto the aero bars which leaned out over the handle bars. I couldn't brake and I didn't have time to kick out of the pedals, so I tumbled over the handle bars at about 20 miles per hour. The bike followed me because I was clipped in so I did a flip with my bike and landed on my back in gravel. When I landed my bike and I separated and we kept bouncing, but in different directions. I rolled some more and hit the back of my head on a large rock, luckily I was wearing a helmet. I finally came to a hault face down in the rocks. After I did a quick inventory of myself and found I could still move my first thought was that I had ripped the biking shorts that I was boring (I wasn't going to bike another 100 miles without padding). I jumped up to my feet and immediately began to look for holes in the short. To my suprise there were none. I didn't have any tears in my shirt either. My knews and elbows were scraped up, but every else I was fine. I don't account this to any degree of personal strength or health, but to divine providence. The most noticable injury that I had from the accident was in my eyes. When I hit the back of my head the blood vessels in my eyes popped and my eyes filled with blood. I could see fine but was scary to look at for about two weeks.