Broken Ribs

On Sunday I went mountain biking. I was riding like a little scandinavian girl with a skirt, some wooden shoes, and a pail of milk - ah hell, and some tulips to boot - when I tossed over the handle bars and landed on some rocks (for those of you literate in bike speak - it was a classic "oh, shit ENDO"). Mind you, the first part of my body to hit was my ribs on my left side and they decided an eight inch tall pointy rock would be a good place to disperse the impact. Well fuck me - cause it knocked my breath out for a good minute and a half. I then got to ride 6 miles back to the car. With two broken Ribs. Awesome - and by that I mean awe inspiring.

All this said I got narcotics. So I guess even injuries have an up-swing - like the fact that I am looped at work - and enjoying every minute.


::The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead.

Its on Rent. I took out the insurance policy so I could run it with reckless abandon. I am speaking of my body.