thank you so much for the comments, tweets, messages, calls, and emails regarding the accident. it’s been 96 hours since then and I am significantly better. still sore, healing, and feeling a bit off (slow?), but so thankful for the quick recovery.
before the accident, but since moving here, when I was out riding my bike, on a run, or simply walking down the street, I would think to myself, “there are so many people in this city that we are bound to bump into each other from time to time.”
there should be t-shirts made that say, “get out of my way”, and truthfully, I’d want to wear one when I’m stuck behind someone looking at his or her iPhone shuffling aimlessly on a crowded street corner when the walk signal turns green.
but I’ve also been that person on my iPhone. so that gives me sympathy, understanding, and maybe a little more patience, right? depending on the day…
the “get out of my way” mentality isn’t constant. there are days and times when I get from point A to point B with ease. but last Thursday morning, I experienced the other end of it directly. the good news is that the cyclist, a handful of witnesses, the ER nurse & doctor, the dentist, his assistant, each of you, my family and friends now know another account of a collision, and hopefully we can all be a little bit more aware.
I woke up yesterday, 72 hours after the accident, and I was feeling pretty good. it was gorgeous outside and I decided to go on an experiment ride with Billy. my sore, creaky knees actually felt a whole lot better on a bike than sitting on my couch.
so we headed north on the West Side Highway with plans to ride Central Park if I was feeling up to it. throughout the ride, I was acutely aware of everything happening around me, and I paid attention to the plethora of signs telling all of us what to do.
Mom, these photos were taken while dismounted from my bike in a safe location.
left: on the West Side Highway stopped at a red light. right: so many signs!
guidelines. rules. laws. all set in place to protect us and keep us unharmed. do we follow them, or are we just out for ourselves, on a mission to get there?
as strangers, how can we protect & respect each other? what happens if we slow down? I know that is a far-fetched notion in a place like NYC, and one of the things I love about Manhattan is the fast-paced energy and adrenaline, so my final thought is that self-awareness, patience, and consideration for others are paramount.
there were times yesterday when I was borderline terrified that someone might hit me, or that I’d collide with another biker or pedestrian. a gorgeous Sunday in Manhattan is going to be incredibly congested, but I love this city, and I’ll be back out there everyday riding my bike and running because I cannot live sheltered in fear.
back to some lighter posts this week, okay? be on the lookout for a giveaway!
hope your week is off to a great start,